Aiden slithered his way through the crowd, smoothly reaching the counter with ease. Looking at the innkeeper for tonight, was a venerable old man. His long, white beard swayed back and forth as he belying his own age ran around the counter taking the orders and shouting towards the back, where a hearty, womanly response could be heard every now and then.
Apart from the bushy beard, the innkeeper had little-to-no hair left on the top of its wrinkled head. Gaps could also be witnessed in his mouth, he had lost quite a few teeth over the years and the rest donned a grimy, yellow color.
He wore simple, red linen clothing, only slightly better than the tattered rags the average beggar could be seen in. While he wasn't skin and bones, he wasn't toned either, the skin hung loosely over his body, but still, some meat could still be observed keeping up and withstanding the passage of time.