Azagrimm had just arrived in Reajh, and found a tavern to settle in and have something to drink.
The tavern common room housed an assortment of different people, elves, dwarves and even a fairy. He sat down, used to sitting with his robotic legs.
He had no friends or contacts in Connlaoth, though he should easily enough. Azagrimm had chemistry, and a look to him that made a lot of mouths water.
He looked around, seeing if anyone was looking at him. Of course, most people were subtly but blatantly taking glances of him. That's what you get for being small in a foreign continent.
He sat, waiting, waiting, for nothing. He ordered a pitcher of ale, and turned around to return to his spot.