A tall, lithe Elf dressed in green hunter's garb enters the tavern. He nods to Raiyek and Kruk.
His quiver sticks through one of the burnt holes in his cloak, it looks as though he may have recently been in a fire.
He looks unsure of where to sit in the room, it is much busier than it was before, and there seems to be a commotion of some sort.
He smiles slightly, accenting the scar that runs from his jaw to forehead before disappearing in his golden locks.
..Perhaps there is more to this town, yet, he thought to himself.
His quiver sticks through one of the burnt holes in his cloak, it looks as though he may have recently been in a fire.
He looks unsure of where to sit in the room, it is much busier than it was before, and there seems to be a commotion of some sort.
He smiles slightly, accenting the scar that runs from his jaw to forehead before disappearing in his golden locks.
..Perhaps there is more to this town, yet, he thought to himself.