The stranger sipped from his mug in silence for a time, keeping the cowl around his face pushed back just enough that his face was slightly visible in the shadows. He took in the visible figures around the tavern, paying particular attention to the strange pair off to one side. A young, slender dwarf and a Worgen. His eyes missed nothing. He could see that the worgen fought with his every breath to push back the feral rage that plagued his kind. He found it strange that a delicate and clearly naive dwarf would be his companion. It pleased him to see the young dwarf pull out a flute and begin playing on it.<br/><br/>Maintaining his casual bearing, the stranger pushed his mug aside and reached up to pull back his cowl. The features that were revealed were surprisingly bright and kind. Soft, flyaway hair of a deep black was pulled back in a casual tail that hung back, out of sight. Strands of hair were constantly pulling from the tail to fall around his face, only to be pushed back behind his ear. His eyes were of deep sky blue, and sparkled merrily with his pleasant demeanor. As if to contrast the kind face, the rest of his figure was hard and muscular, speaking of a hard life, either of labor or of battle. None would ever assume this man was a man of learning or runes. His appearance was too hardened for life spent in a library. Folding one leg over the other, he reached down to the pack sitting beside him and deftly inserted his hand into the flap. His hand did nothing once inserted, giving no sign of movement or digging that would be expected in one who searches within his pack. After a moment of this, his hand withdrew from the pack, clutching the neck of a strange stringed instrument. The instrument seemed too large to have come from such a small pack. Settling the instrument in his lap, he silently plucked at the strings, producing a sound so soft only he could hear it. Frowning, he twisted a few nobs, then plucked again to test the tone. After repeating this process a few times, he nodded in satisfaction that the instrument was well tuned, then set it aside on the table where it was clearly visible to all in the room.<br/><br/>It was common in towns like this that little music of respectable quality is ever heard. Most of the time on his visits to towns like this, the taverns quickly filled when word spreads that a bard or minstrel had come to town. The instrument on the table was his casual announcement to the room at large that he would be playing soon.<br/><br/>Seeming to give no notice of anything around him, the Stranger relaxed in his chair, sipping from his tankard. By all appearances, he seemed at peace to spend the evening in silence.