The tavern was an annoying noise of chatter and laughter. Men too intoxicated brawling for no reason. Ladies wooing heroes who had too much gold in their pocket.
That was 5 minutes ago.
When the Yordle walks in, all heads turned. His happy smile and seemingly innocent mood was enough to quell the vibrant tavern into dead silence. Smiling faces becomes hard, and edgy. The men sits properly. The ladies behaved. Yordles are usually fodders for jokes and things to play with. Not this one.