Allion glanced around the tavern warily, regarding its empty state with a critical eye. It was silent, bar the occasional creak or thump of sleeping patrons upstairs, so much so that he could hear his own heartbeat. He turned, eyes flickering over the old man, wondering how he stayed in such a business at such an age. Still, books and covers.
He moved over towards the counter, slinging his pack off his shoulder and dumping it by his feet as he claimed an empty stool. Folding his arms over the well polished wood, he nodded in greeting to the old man, licking his dry lips before he spoke, "An ale, please."
He didn't wish to tarry, but his body was still cursedly human, and he needed to conserve his energy for if -when- he found the beast. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to line the old man's coffers before he asked for information. A man with a little reassurance was an easier man to talk to.