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He had been travelling for many a day. At least some of the leagues from his home to the town he was broaching the fringes of now had at least been eaten up through flight atop the dire hawk that at that precise point in time, was roosted elsewhere. A simple 'call' away. With a rough pack shouldered across his slim shoulders, he made his way past brothels and houses, shouting hustlers and fisherman's wives before finally arriving at the first tavern that looked suitable enough.

Pushing open the door, those golden eyes were furtively lowered; most took offence to them, certainly when paired with the subtle claws on the ends of his fingers. At 5'5, his height was average, and his build heavily more towards the boyish and slender side. Heading towards the Innkeeper, a faint smile appeared before he made his order; a tankard of ale, and a bowl of honeyed oats. Right before approaching, he had taken the precaution of tying a length of cloth around his eyes to block his eyes from view.