coming around | restocking the tavern

Since his arrival he had yet to actively make a reason for finding a permanent residence. He was more or less just checking the place out and trying to figure out where everything was. Many of the buildings reminded him of the boardwalk at his former home. Although they didn't seem as colorful as he once remembered the others to be. Maybe his memories were exaggerating it all a bit. But still he doubted that he would be recognized here unless he gave his former name. But he had shed that skin long ago. His white gaze narrowed, cold in their calculation as he stepped along some stairs leaving behind moist footprints in his wake. He had gleaned the sight of a large building and the words written over it caused his head to tilt. "Capricorn Tavern?" He understood what a tavern was but it seemed rather quiet. Maybe because it was just the early afternoon.

With ease the watery beast would push open the door and find the place succumbed to with dust and debris. Old air so stuffy that it made him sneeze. "Urgh, this place has seen better days." He was not above cleaning the place and so he decided to get started. Moving around and sweeping up what he could while opening the windows. Fresh air flowing in he realized that the drinks here had seen better days. Yet he went to the basement and low and behold there were more. "Seems they kept thinks lively and fresh around here. Honestly I wouldn't mind a drink myself." With that in mind he easily started to move the booze to the bar, shuffling through bottles and placing them accordingly. Just as a means to get a bit more organized.