After getting his injuries tended to, borrowing pants and a shirt from Carson that fit him reasonably well enough, and dropping his normal clothing, armor, and weapons off in his quarters, Kang decided to just suck it up and head to the tavern for something to drink. He still didn't have shoes, though, which made for an odd sight when he entered the building and picked a seat in the corner near the fireplace.

He was tall, at six feet, and had bandages on his forehead and one of his arms. When he sat down, he moved somewhat carefully, mindful of his bruised ribs, and muttered a quiet curse in Nerakese. The two gold necklaces that he normally wore around his neck slipped free from his shirt, hanging loosely against the front of it, as he rested his elbows on the table with a sigh and hung his head.