"Free?" He exclaimed. His following laugh was loud and much like a loud bark. "That's what I like to hear!" It was easy to see Tanvas, with a grin on his face, was a human born for battle or for mercenary work. It was in the water, he laughed, smiled, and walked to the counter, headed there to collect the prize he had unknowingly earned. As he came to stand by the smooth wooden counter, dented by the strikes of many-a-flagon-smack, he turned about and leaned back against it trusting the inn-keep enough to turn his back to him. In exchange he got to peer about the busy room. Right away his eyes came across the strangest of being you could find in an inn: A mermaid. Now, Tanvas wasn't much of a thinking man but he knew enough to find this abnormal. The lady herself was a beauty, a wonder to behold. Her hair and eyes matching in their exotic coloring, skin clean as if coming from a bath. He, along with many others were captivated by her, though none dared to approach. But unlike the others, Tanvas had more curiosity than sense and more gall than guile.
Having received a his free ale, he took a swig and made his way over, pushing those who became obstacles calmly but forcibly out of his way to do so. He pulled a chair out and took a seat, not inquiring whether or not he was allowed. The chair creaked lightly as his weight rested upon it and he set his wooden flagon down on the table. He got comfortable and address the lady, either confidence or stark obviousness leaking into his voice. "Not to alarm you or nothing but you seem to be far from the water's edge, miss. Not to say I ain't happy to see you here. You're better looking than most that I've had the fortune to meet... But I can't help wondering what a business a merfolk's got walking about up here." He paused a moment to look at her tail, returning his eyes back at her's, shooting a puzzled look. "How'd you even walk here?" His voice mirrored his look.