Curious...
Rubbing his temples, Father Abel Nightroad slowly made his way into the building, not paying too much attention to his surroundings. He looked up at the scent of alcohol, peanuts, and food, a bit surprised that he had wandered into such a place.
There were strange people scattered about but more than enough tables and booths empty to allow for more to join those already gathered here.
He didn't have anywhere he truly had to be, and no one he had to see at the moment. With a small nod, he picked his way over to a booth and sat down, ordering a pot of tea when a waiter came by. He at least had enough money to pay for that.