The aroma is unlike anything he's experienced - it's somehow both earthy and refreshing at once, and he wanders in with curious wonder. His gaze is taking in as much as he can, surveying, looking over the menu board suspended from the ceiling, noting the machines along the back wall, the tables and chairs and what some of the other patrons are drinking.

Erwin flashes a smile at Galliard and gestures toward the counter. "I'll be happy to follow any and all advice. Perhaps you could order for me what you think is best? Although I am curious to learn the differences between all of the options."