Jaden, Commander Jaden to most, sat inside a discreet tavern tucked away from most of society. A renowned mercenary who had fought in countless victorious battles across the kingdoms, he always enjoyed the chance to get away.  Although he enjoyed getting away, his appearance did little to mask his importance and status in the world.  His black leather studded armor was still shiny, eluding to either being kept from combat and the elements, or having the coin to manage its upkeep.  The sword at his waist had a red ruby in its hilt that was worth the common mans yearly wages.  Black hair, just barely passing his shoulders, and still damp from bathing rested against him.  A strong jawline, that complimented his fit frame was accompanied by full lips and a smile that disarmed the weak minded.<br/><br/>His dark blue eyes scanned the local populace attending this isolated little tavern.  Per usual, he had nothing more planned for the night outside of drinks and some random encounter with a woman.  However, the tavern was fresh out of supply of qualifying women that appeared to be a good nights company.  Until she appeared.<br/><br/>A woman, covered by a hooded cloak entered.  She had clearly endured the elements, which caused her attire to cling to her slightly.  Wether the alcohol in his system, or just matter of fact, her curves were accentuated by her soaked attire it seemed.  His tall hulking frame turned in its seat, shamelessly placing all his attention towards her table.  He could see her exchanging words with a bartender as he squinted his eyes trying to discern the happenings at her table.  Setting his mug down at his table he pushed himself to stand just as she was once again left alone.<br/><br/>Making his way to her table, he shamelessly sat across from her.  A curious smirk and expression covered his face, his dark blue eyes gazing towards her.  “A shabby tavern is no place for a lone woman,” he paused letting his words settle for a moment.  “What brings you here?”