Post by Razi on Aug 6, 2018 0:54:19 GMT
an old...weary form dusts himself off from days on the road. Then sets his cloak upon a rack near the door before taking a seat at one of the nearby tables. This being looks to be an older brown and red lizard with too many miles under his feet, his clothing worn but well made. Some may recognize him but unlikely...it's been many a year since he last sat in this same tavern. "I'll have the lunch special and a mead" he declares to the barmaid. He then just rests back and eases into his chair...enjoying being out of the noonday sun.