As most of the patrons of this fine tavern are minding their own business, the door seems to blow open of its own accord, a strong breeze flowing in to the room, and upon it, a man wearing a fashionable blue cloak that goes to his knees, along with a white shirt and well made pants of a dark blue color. The clothing is well tailored to his tall, lanky form. His clothing is not as interesting as his skin, which is ALSO a slight shade of blue. His hair seems to wave, even when the wind isn't blowing, and as he passes by many say he smells of spring winds.
He seemes to move with wind as he enters, closing the door effortlessly, though the observant would see he never actually touched the door itself. He takes a large sniff of the air, and smiles.
"Barkeep!" he yells out. "A glass of your finest wine." And he begins moving through the room, smiling and greeing those who happen to look him in the eye.
When he passes Nymh's table, he quickly sits. "I do say, this town is somewhat invigorating. I love a good place of learning. You never know what treasures of information one may find, don't you think?"
He suruptitiously slides his fork against the knife, forming the V pattern to show his involvement in the guild.
He seemes to move with wind as he enters, closing the door effortlessly, though the observant would see he never actually touched the door itself. He takes a large sniff of the air, and smiles.
"Barkeep!" he yells out. "A glass of your finest wine." And he begins moving through the room, smiling and greeing those who happen to look him in the eye.
When he passes Nymh's table, he quickly sits. "I do say, this town is somewhat invigorating. I love a good place of learning. You never know what treasures of information one may find, don't you think?"
He suruptitiously slides his fork against the knife, forming the V pattern to show his involvement in the guild.
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