Man strides into dim tavern looking thunderous as he spies his truant animal.
"Aha! So here you are you miserable bag of hair. Trying to come back to your old owner, that slippery fox T! Well, you're mine now, since you're all he had to pay me to cover his debt, and as he was in such a hurry to leave town, I had little choice but to accept you. Come here!" He spies the female activity over near the bar as his sight adjusts to the dim room. "Oh, xaire, forgive the intrusion. Well, I'll be on my way...but first, a nice cool drink before I make my way to the Agora would be just the thing...is there anything to drink around here?