Standing in the corner of the tavern he'd read a book in his gloved hand, covered in his full plate armor and helm. He didn't dare order food or drink as he sat and read, occasionally his flaming orange eyes flicked up to survey the room and ensure safety before he went back to reading, as one would, enthralled by his book and seemingly enjoying the tales in it, he hummed with a deep and scottish voice. Thick like honey but so sweet.