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Colin sits in the corner of te tavern, not exactly old enough to drink. "Hmmm... Who'd be useful to hunt a dragon..."

Faeryn sneezed, green and gold light erupting from them. They wrinkled their nose and fidgeted with their fiery hair, noticing that the pointed tips of their ears were poking through, so they lifted the hood of their emerald cloak and settled into their seat, the firelight reflecting off their silver eyes. Faeryn noticed that there was a boy sitting in the corner of the tavern, mumbling to himself and looking not quite old enough to drink, yet not young enough to be considered unattractive, for a human boy, anyways. Faeryn stood up to their full height of 5'5" and walked over to the table where the boy was sitting. With a heavy but feminine Irish accent, they said, "Excuse me, I noticed you were sitting here alone. Mind if I accompany you?"

Within one of the corners of the Tavern he sat in a dimly lit booth, his large sword besides him as he took a few gulps from his absurdly large flagon of some..sort of drink that was unidentifiable because of its sickly sweet scent. His red optics gazed out at everyone in the bar, the well hearing audits atop his head perking at the sound of hunting a large beast, his gaze having locked upon the young man..he sees one approach the boy and so he bides his time in the booth, though he would not want to miss this opportunity for some coin since he was running low. Most of his features were undistinguishable thanks to the shoddy lighting of the hung single candle above him, though his silhouette gave away he was not your average man..he was large..and some of his features appeared to resemble bestial traits in the dark. He spoke under his breath "Bide thyne time..and the prize shall be mine.."