Nevin was heading back to the tavern he had been working in before. His skills in the kitchen were poor enough that he appreciated having the place nearby to write in - it was a far sight better than doing it himself. And this time, he had actually brought a couple blank notebooks to write in, thicker affairs than what he had used before. With any luck, he would be able to finish writing out the teachings today, and take the rough drafts to the renovated temple to give them.

So maybe he could have been forgiven - or maybe not depending on who you asked - for not noticing that the Bounding Tankard wasn't actually open when he arrived. His mind was already running dredging up old memories and half-taught lessons as the redhead prepared to work. But after opening the door and walking a few paces inside he stopped abruptly, and looked around, his dark eyes clearing from the fog of memory as he checked around.

"Ah Crimson. Tavern keep, sorry for intruding like this. I'd not realized you weren't open yet. I'll take my leave now, apologies." Nevin bowed, but as he did so the notebook he had been writing in slipped and fell, popping open as the man scrambled to pick it back up.