Thick, heavy boots pushed themselves through the tavern doors of Haven's Night. With a long, dark coat ensnaring his rather chilled frame, Arden's scarlet gaze peered beyond his sunglasses. A deep, melodic rhythm echoed from the ear set situated on either side of his stately self. He stepped in, allowing the doors to close behind him.
"Huh... Not much of a crowd right now..." He muttered, more to himself than the rather empty room.
Plunging his hand into his coat pocket he pulled from its contents a pack of gum, unwrapping the little ditty and plopping it onto his tongue. The man grimaced, but began to chew. That was, until his rubied stare paused on a woman nearby. The only other occupant in the tavern...currently.
"Ah. Guess I wasn't so alone as I first thought..."