He watched the newcomer enter the tavern, lights catching multiple blades, some kind of odd armor looking vest, and two swords on his back. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't from around here, which was all but perfect for him.<br/>---------------<br/><br/>The light danced over his shadow, each step slow, showing his still slightly muddy shoes, his black pants, covered by a black jacket, and vest, which beneath held a thinner fabric that pulled over his pants. This man... if you could call him that, was shorter than nearly anyone in the Tavern. He stood at five foot two. He had tanned skin, emerald eyes, but what caught your attention, was the snow white hair,  cut to a couple of inches.<br/><br/>The light played below the collar, inching up to his neck, and then back down with every step, never letting you see his face completely as he sat down at the bar. A drink, then he'd check the Dark Net.