"Ye'll 'ave t'remind me t'get some coattails, 'en," he said as he ducked and stepped through the open door. Gods, 's small in 'ere, he thought. The littler folk may not notice, but a Sea Wolf always knew when a main-lander built a doorway; they never made them quite big enough for the city's Wolves to fit through comfortably.
Once inside he searched for a table. It was crowded, aye, but only for being so small. And it was dim, carved into the rock as it was. There were no windows and the day hadn't progressed enough that they'd lit any lanterns or candles. The only illumination was the light streaming in through the open door. He spied a couple of low stools near a bar carved into the far wall and muscled his way over to them, trying and failing not to nudge or jostle any of the other patrons too hard. A closer look told him he'd break the stool if he so much as leaned on it, so he shoved it to the side and sat on the floor, his head and shoulders remaining at or slightly above the level of the bar before him. He lightly patted the stool next to him and raised his hand to catch the attention of one of the staff.
Once inside he searched for a table. It was crowded, aye, but only for being so small. And it was dim, carved into the rock as it was. There were no windows and the day hadn't progressed enough that they'd lit any lanterns or candles. The only illumination was the light streaming in through the open door. He spied a couple of low stools near a bar carved into the far wall and muscled his way over to them, trying and failing not to nudge or jostle any of the other patrons too hard. A closer look told him he'd break the stool if he so much as leaned on it, so he shoved it to the side and sat on the floor, his head and shoulders remaining at or slightly above the level of the bar before him. He lightly patted the stool next to him and raised his hand to catch the attention of one of the staff.
