Walking past the hungry lizards and tied up horses, a man walks into the Tower's Shard. His face is shadowed by his dark cloak, but his eyes seem to pierce everything, catching every detail weather it be scar, dragonmark, or knot of wood. His jeweled longsword hangs from his left hip, the hilt peaking out from his cloak. His red vest hangs open, revealing a blueish green swirl of color upon his chest. One could easily identify this as the Mark of Detection. The kalashtar moves with an unearthly grace as he walks through the door and sits upon a bar stool.
"We are Lanharath d'Medani. We come seeking a drink and a meal."
Spotting the other Kalashtar, Lanharath sends a friendly mental greeting.
"Hail brother. We have not seen many of us in our journeys. What portent of light brings another of us here?"