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The first time Alyosha ventures beyond the pier, he looks for the nearest thing to a tavern and steps inside. The lights are low, and the scent of beer mingles with wood and incense (or, he assumes it's incense). Some patrons sit quietly alone while others cluster in threes or fours.
The barkeep comments on Alyosha's vestments when he sits, and Alyosha laughs. He wonders what god these other priests worship that they have such a reputation for shunning drink altogether. The discussion that came from that could easily occupy him for the rest of the night, but he tries to keep things with the bartender brief. After all, he's here to be around people-- to get to know them, just a little bit.
He moves down the bar with his ale. There's an open seat between two people that offers a fair view of the rest of the space, and he takes it. The patrons seem to look up, questioning, so Alyosha smiles and gives a small nod. "Good evening."
