Flynn Ryder entered the tavern.
A crowded place was perfect for solitude. Admittedly, he didn't want to be alone, that was different. The struggle was finding the right balance between playing nice and having his way. He knew what he wanted, after all: strike it rich, and get away.
Maybe at this tavern he could find some people to help. This next job he was sure he'd make it big, finally leave this place, and find some island away from it all. All alone. Maybe he could invite some others. Once he had money, he could find some real friends.