The large door to the Brewery's Tavern room bangs open as a robed and hooded figure quickly pushing through, obviously in a rush.
Throwing back his hood, a narrow elven face is revealed, a long nose and pinched features puckered as his almond shaped eyes, halfway hidden by rimless oval blood red lensed spectacles, frantically search the large common room.
Yellow blond shoulder length hair hangs limply behind his long ears, a headband of dark blue holding back hair from his forehead, and matching the knee length hooded duster/robe of midnight blue and
embroidered with silver stars and moons along hem and sleeves he wears.
A bulging black leather satchel can be seen under the open robe, while a trio of pouches and a Karrnathi made light crossbow, hang off his belt, a small black leather bolt case on his hip, as well as the telltale hilt of a long sword, the sheathed blade neatly sticking out of a slit in his robe.
Spotting Brews at the bar, the obvious adventurer rushes over to it with quick steps, and demands loundly in an haughty tone, 'Barkeep, I've been following some sort floating squirrel like familiar since Pottery Row, have you seen it? The flitting thing bade me follow it as it sped past, seeking aid of some sort. I believe it entered here? Can you direct me?’
The warforged silently gestures to a backroom door, behind the bar and the elf nods his thanks and speeds off once again, quickly pushing through the door.