After procuring himself a safe and simple apple ale, Ferin had gone around to try and find a place to sit and listen to the different conversations going on. It was familiar and nostalgic, people watching in a tavern and sipping on an ale. Of course he hadn't meant to stop right next to the large elf's table so his head snaps to Halsin when he's greeted and blinks owlishly a couple times, his glow intensifying a bit as he felt sap rushing to his cheeks. For an archer, he's not as observant as he really should be.

"Oh! Sorry, I had just stopped a moment to look for a place to sit." He laughs a little awkwardly before offering a small wave before swiping a stray thorn adorned vine out of his face. "Hello, how are you this fine evening?"