Calan stumbles into the tavern, the world seemed so much bigger now, not to mention colder than he could ever remember. as he passed through the doorway he stamped his feet a few more times than he normally would with the hopes of getting all the snow off of his boots. slowly he shuffled his feet while reaching out with his hands to find a table to sit at. the tavern seemed quiet, more so than the last time hed been there at least. He had hoped that some familiar voices would pop up Zoul, Cera, Johm, Mal, Billan, Arlyne or Lorenzo would all would be welcome voices right now. He knew that not all of them would be able to help him venture deep into the forgotten crypt but he was told to find friends he trusted, so that's just who he would set out to ask. Calan sits in silence drumming his fingers on the table top waiting for a voice, this would be the most likely place to hope to come across a good deal of them.