Zophiel, a Paladin, comes back into the tavern. He still has two sets of wings that don't match each other (sure, they're both black, but the upper set is feathery while the lower set is not). He still hasn't figured out a way to safely get rid of them, even after all this time.
He carefully maneuvers past everyone else to find a seat at the bar. Sure, with the size of his swords, he normally has to do this anyway but wings and swords together makes him more conscious of his space than swords alone.

He sits, of course.