Coon-Eyes sat on the roof of the tavern, allowibg his feet to sit over the edge as he watched people enter and leave. He hummed a little tune to himself as he sat, and while he was enjoying his perch, one thing was for certain. He was indusputably bored. He let out a loud yawn, curious about what was going on in the town. Perhaps he could find something to do if he just searched enough, so he shrugged, and hopped down from his the roof, landing with a worrying crack. Still he stood up, brushed himself off, and wandered into the town.
The more deranged bits of his mind quickly grew tempted to munch on some of the herbs he had gathered, but he quickly dismissed the idea, knowing that a fair amount of them were likely poisonous, and knowing no good could come of growing ill at this time. The last thing he needed while bored was to be bedridden after all.
Eventually after finding little to do within the town, he casually slipped into the doors of the tavern, and glanced around the room for open seats.