Drae flipped his hood down as he walked into the tavern, this was where it was whispered that work would be waiting; work that involved aluminium would be familiar to him and scars, was he desperate for work.
He stopped in the doorway for a moment and hushed the urge to sooth the hidden tension out of the room. Drae took a deep breath a stode foward. These ruffians wont bother me, they dont got no reason to, he thought in reassureance to himself. He was dressed like he had enough money for a drink or two, but in reality he was dirt poor from the mess-up in Elendel. So he casually slipped a drink from a nearby women's hand, giving her a knowing smirk and a subtle emotional push to stop the lady from fussing. Then Drae walked over to an empty table and slumped down in a nearby chair "mmm" he muttered to himself in approval "gin."
@Ookla the Stick