That 5'8 figure of a man weakly made his way towards the tavern, his eye sight had already began to fade, the rain just made his vision worse. Almost running right into Alarra as he saw a sigh. "So... damn hungry, where the hell can a man buy some food!" That mutter of the old lady towards Alarra, caused him to growl lightly.
"I am not a whore" He grunted quietly, retrieving a rock from the ground and swiftly throwing the thing, aiming to graze her nose with it. The rock practically whistled through the air. That hunger had made his aim slightly off. Causing him to hit a bum behind her instead. He suddenly noted Alarra, the fact she by the door as well allowed him to actually see her despite the weather. A light frown tugged his lips at her attire, "Lady you'll get sick out in this mess like that"
He removed his black coat, a crimson t-shirt now visable, holding the coat out to her. He nodded lightly for her to take it. "Name's Ferver, you here to eat this world famous peaches people keep telling me about... they better come with a drink" He rubbed his head lightly, hungry wasn't the word for him. He hadn't ate in over a week in his little hunt, and he was severely dehydrated. He began to knock on that door himself. "I've never had to knock on a produce store's door before, this is one weird place" Well he was obviously clueless that this was a brothel, but he was always clueless in the first place.