(anyone can respond to this, just trying to get Dresden some RP action)
The air of the pub greeted him headily in contrast to the fresh, crisp air outside as he opened the doors to The Amberlilly. He had been holed up in his apartment for what seemed like decades, now, and needed food and water, but instead, sought after a pint of ale. The young man stood out among the rest of the patrons of the establishment as he walked in to approach the bar. He was taller, lithe, had an extraordinary build beneath his black shirt. Atop his head was a mop of black tussled hair. Pale blue eyes took in his surroundings with apathy. What made him stand out more than his features was that he was clean. He was impeccably dressed, for a commoner, with his black shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark grey trousers. A button at his chest remained unfastened to reveal his collar bones and a view of his chest. All of this to say, he really had no idea how much he stood out among other people.
He was an artificer, a magical engineer, and there was nothing in his life that occupied his mind more, sometimes to the detriment of his interactions with others. He had been known to be found in the pub, debating with the owner of the Amberlilly whether the ability to turn oneself invisible was an illusion of light or a physical biological change. There were two answers to that; yes and yes, but the owner of the Pub, Tremond, was convinced that it was only that light reflected differently around the spell. It wasn't that Dresden was out to prove his intellectual superiority. Rather, he simply wanted facts to remain facts in the face of hard evidence. He had a scientific mind, and the proven theories of science were absolute until proven otherwise.
Today, though, his mind was swimming with arcane calculations and theory, and though it rarely happened, he needed a break from his work. There was always the possibility of having too much of a good thing.
Dresden nodded to Tremond and flicked a coin onto the counter. Tremond looked him over with amusement as Dresden's eyes were distracted by the commotion of the pub. It took a long moment for Dresden to realize Tremond hadn't retrieved the ale for him yet.
"Oh." Dresden glanced over, "The usual, if you would Tremond."
Tremond laughed a bit while wiping his hands on his apron, "Have you eaten?"
Dresden blandly replied, "Yes."
Tremond shook his head and asked again, "Have you eaten... today? Not yesterday, not the day before, not last week. Today."
Dresden reached into his pocket to produce more coin for the inevitable food Tremond was going to shove his way, but Tremond waved it away.
"On the house today. Haven't seen you in these parts in a fortnight. I figure, you've been working on something big."
What Tremond meant was, the bigger the project, the less likely Dresden was to have eaten regularly throughout the fortnight he was away. Tremond liked the boy, a part of him feeling as if he were responsible for him. It was an unusual pairing of individuals; Tremond, the loud and gruff owner of the bar but a huge teddy bear at heart, and Dresden, absorbed in work Tremond couldn't even hope to fathom. Yet, the two had bonded some time ago, instantly upon meeting one another, and it was history ever since.
Dresden took his seat at the bar, awaiting his meal and ale and ran his fingers through his tumultuous hair. Things seemed to be different today. The winds of change were on the rise, and he felt something new was going to come his way. He wasn't the superstitious type, but he had a keen intuition that rarely failed him.