As evening was turning to dusk, and the bustle of the day was coming to a close, the work-force outside the tavern was beginning to wrap up. Those at the market were packing their wares, livestock, and other goods away, while the lamps were beginning to be lit, the encroaching forest still darkening the area despite the clearing above.
In the midst of the slow movement of the day toward its dark end, Melmac, the old human clad in his usual, 'unfitting' attire for a wizard, preferring comfort and lacking a desire to stand out, mostly due to not having a reason to. Either way, after an exciting day of aiding two people almost-consecutively with refining their casting of particular spells they had trouble with (And helping people become proficient in magic actually was exciting!), he decided to relish in the company of relatively-recent friends in the tavern.
He pushed the door open, walking in, a few friendly faces noticing him and raising mugs, to which he responded with his own gentle gesture. He wasn't shy, but saw no reason to provoke overt amounts excitement at his own arrival. As he walked to the bar, he noticed two unfamiliar elves at a table. Never wanting to miss the chance to learn about those who had traveled, with their own life experiences, he approached the table and spoke. "Ah, hello. May I sit?"