You enter the tavern and, to your surprise, it's much busier than you had intended. Hoping to get a table for yourself, you frown as it seems all the tables are in use. Although, it seems as though one is being used by just one patron of the inn. You contemplate walking over there and asking what seems like a young man penciling furriously into a journal of some kind. You also spot a row of empty seats along the bar. It's not comfortable seating, but its better than idling on your feet near the entrance.
What Shall You Do?