As the morning grew brighter, more and more people started to walk into the tavern and into the common room.<br/><br/>A rather strange looking man walked in, calmly.  His skin was pale and it looked as though he had been deprived of sleep for a some time.  He wore leather chaps, a leatherscale vest, and a leatherscale trench coat.  It was all dyed black, but under the scales were read.  He had multiple piercings, as well as multiple scars.  On his head was a mohawk, and from the bald part of his head all the day down his jawline on both sides of his face he had tattoos going up and down.<br/><br/>He sat down in an armchair, his crystal blue eyes scanned the common room, and then he started to play his violin.