The front door of the tavern opens and in steps a tall elf with short, sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He's dressed in loose robes of light material and high leather boots. He wears a sash of deep maroon, adorned with pins and badges of various makes and materials. A belt, striped white and blue, wraps around his waist. He carries a simple wooden staff in one hand.

And so, Renault enters the tavern and finds himself a seat at an empty table, out of the way of others. He orders himself a pot of hot water and brews a cup of tea using herbs taken from one of his many pockets. While he waits for the tea to steep, the desert elf pulls a leather bag from his pocket and clears the area in front of himself. Closing his eyes he holds the bag loosely between his hands and shakes it. The contents rattle lightly. After a moment he overturns the bag's contents onto the table. A variety of stones carved in the shapes of animals, or decorated with runes tumble out. Renault carefully sets aside the empty bag and begins to examine the stones and the pattern in which they have fallen.