The door opens an in walks a tall, lithe figure wrapped in tan, loose clothing. His skin is a dark brown and rough and has obviously seen much of the sun. His severe face marks him as something other than human with pointed ears, a long, black ponytail, and slightly luminescent green eyes. While he bears a beaten wooden shield and appears to wear light chain under his clothes, he carries no weapons.
Upon entering the room, the stranger looks around, as if trying to comprehend the place. A polite cough from one of the patrons directs him to the sign above the bar. After a moment staring and a constant look for Joe, the stranger examines his palms a moment and speaks.
"Xir. Wanderer. I am here to find my tale, for I have none."
With that, Xir just continues to stand near the bar, looking. Watching.
