[ The place has the feel of a tavern, if a little different in the particulars. So at least it's not an unfamiliar atmosphere to walk into, despite looking clean-cut and wholesome as the day is long.

Anduin doesn't let his attention linger anywhere for too long, searching the bar, then the tables, then finally the booths before his eyes land on the figure he's looking for. It's as Wrathion says. Hellboy isn't hard to find, if you're looking.

Quietly he makes his way over to the booth, observing firs the number of bottles in front of him before his gaze flickers towards the man himself, a faint furrow of sympathy in his brow. ]

Hellboy. Ah. I've come to understand that's what you go by, here. I apologize if that's too forward of me, to assume.