He tried to slip in unnoticed. He was new around here, and somewhat in awe of the knowledge and experience he had found in Mudcatville.
He approached the barkeep, and in a low voice offered to buy a round for the house, all the while whistfully eyeing those perfect pints of the dark frothy stout with the golden heads topping them.
He chose a table where he could watch and listen to the things that were going on in this grand and wonderous place without placing himself in the way.
Yep, he thought to himself, this is a really cool place, glad I found it...