In the background, the noise of patrons entering the inn grew and grew with each creak of the wooden door. It didn't bother him in the least having become used to large groups of people, especially when the drink was to flow. There were some words said but Tanvas was too enthralled with the scale to pay notice. He was like this... Very one trace minded. Ate her reply his eyes grew. "You ate a dragon?" He started before following up, repressing his enthusiasm. "Your father must have been quite the warrior. I can only hope to join the ranks of such men." His mind drifted off a moment to the imagining himself a fulfilled dragon-slayer, but quickly shook off the feeling in time to catch Lamére say something about the how she was being look at. He chuckled openly. "No, no. Most may have seen merfolk in the water, but, Lam.." Tanvas paused tucking the scale back into his shirt. He had also given her a nickname, having too much trouble exerting the thought to attempt pronouncing the name. "...This ain't the water," he said stamping his boot on the floor, producing heavy thuds. Taking one of the few remaining swigs from his drink, he sighed in relief, his throat wet. "Best get used to it to such eyes. Hell, some make a living off of it." A weak smirk came to his face at the thought remembering Varisian women and their fickle ways of stealing the hearts of men along with their coin.
He took an opportunity to look about the room at those who had recently come in. The company varied yet most seemed merrier, or at least content with themselves enough to keep to themselves, partaking of the free ale when offered. Gnome, half-elf, half-orc, humans. Sure it wasn't the full hand but it worked for this corner of the world. As expected, there were many a sword-swinger, such as himself, here. Other, like Lam, dotted the room but you were hard pressed to find them.