Toshi, clutching a letter in one hand and a stick in the other, pushed his way through the doors of the Graceful Elf. He was wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that and, well, the same clothes he wore when he landed here. His long black coat was starting to fray, though the mud stains did a fairly good job of holding the whole thing together.
"Bartender," he barks, "I need water, something to eat and none of your impertinent tongue."
With the matter of dinner now sorted, Toshi looked around and noticed Kriska, who seemed to be staring at the door. With a slight grin, he wanders over to her table, then grabs a chair. Turning it around, he straddles it and rests his elbows upon the back of the chair, having realised it was the most comfortable way of sitting on these blasted things.
"I got the letter. Well, I had to get the human to read it for me. Would you be willing to.. answer some questions?"