Adelaide only noticed Ilvenath entering the tavern when he sat down besides her at the bar, nodding his head at her beverage of choice, asking how much one of those cost. She glanced briefly at him and thought she saw some hint of tears in his eyes, although the ice mage had no clue as to why he would be crying. Adelaide didn't ponder over it for long, simply indicated her head at her drink and said, "Two copper for mead, one for ale. Don't know about what else."
Turning her attention back to her drink, she sipped in satisfaction as the liquid went down her throat. Adelaide had to admit the taste of the mead here was better than that in Hyoite, but that was not to say the Hyoite mead were bad, just this stuff appeared to be of a bit finer quality. After finishing one of these, she ordered another one and set about to drink that too.
Just then, a lone person with a hunched back entered the inn. He did not appear to be one of the fox shifters though, but that wasn't what struck her as odd. It was the strange gleam in his eyes, and the words he spoke, exactly like that of a madman. "Beastie..." he croaked in a tight but creepy voice. "The beast! He is near... Best all beware of the clawed one of might and terror!" he stated loudly, other patrons now looking up in bewilderment as the madman prattled on about his 'revelations'.
Adelaide stared at the hunched over man, as he looked at all the patrons in turn, including her and Ilvenath. "Beast! He comes in the night, to eat all in his presence! Some say he is a god! Others say he is a demon in animal form, ready to claw your very eyes and brains out! What is true, I wonder?" He chuckled then as though this were some kind of funny joke, then continued on his insane rampage. "Beautiful, yet terrible monster of the tundra he is! What will you do if he comes for you.... Ahahahahahaha!" the man laughed deliriously, his eyes darkening as though some power rested behind his visage.
Adelaide could only stare in astonishment and disgust at this display. Who let this guy in? she wondered, and before she could think any more on it, the barkeeper interrupted her musings and told both her and Ilvenath, "That strange sod comes here a lot, going on and on about some fierce man-eating beast. Although I myself have yet to see such a beast, others of my people say they have. That it lies in wait, for some dark and mysterious purpose before it will show itself again." He shook his head. "Nonsense, I tell you." Indicating his head towards the crazy man who had just left after his ominous display, the door clanging shut behind him like some drumbeat of doom. "One must wonder how many times he was dropped on his head as a babe." The barkeeper commented, wiping down the counter top with a white rag. "Regardless, pay no attention to him. Though quite the oddball, he's actually really harmless. I wouldn't worry about him."
Adelaide glanced at the door again. For some reason she couldn't guess, the man's entrance had left her feeling unnerved, although the rational part of herself simply claimed the man was not just a madman but a fool as well, and not to worry about it. Still, the ominous feeling inside her lingered a while before it would start to dissipate...