As he steps through the doorway, making his way into the tavern, Ronan's head turns side to side as he shifts his gaze. Shifting his gaze he takes a moment to scan his surroundings for a moment as he makes note of the people in the tavern, a soft growl escaping the male as he glances around. Though he didn't like humans to much, he couldn't deny that they made some good food, a lot better then what he could make. Not only could they make food but some of the other things they made came in handy but at the moment the only thing he thought on was the food, which had brought him here.
Shifting his gaze, something caught his attention, a smell that caused the male to turn his gaze towards the corner with the cloaked figure. His gaze only remained on the figure for a brief moment before it shifts as he looks to an open table close to the table the cloaked figure resided at. Though it was not in the corner where he normally sat, it was close enough and from the looks of it, it didn't seem any others where sitting around the figure. With a table in mind he begins to move once again, working his way around tables and past people before coming to one of the open tables, one sitting next to the one the cloaked figure rested at. Taking a seat, he made sure to sit with his back to the wall though he sat so he could see the cloaked figure from the corner of his eye, and for a moment he simply watched the cloaked figure.