The stranger sat casually, his gaze combing around the room as he examined the occupants of the tavern. He masked his scrutiny carefully, keeping his gaze unfocused, idle, though he missed nothing. He caught every nuance, every detail.<br/>The worgen concerned him. He watched the set of his jaw, the trembling... He'd seen it all before. What he didn't understand was his focus on the small Dwarf. Had he not seen her sitting beside him so happily, he would worry for her safety.<br/>Pondering the pair, he watched her return from the kitchen. She approached him and he immediately adopted his practiced smile. The expression was warm, yet casual. He sat up straighter in his chair, braced an elbow on the table, and smiled at her as she approache.<br/><blockquote><div><cite>saphiraah wrote:</cite>â€œPardon, good sir.â€ Bellamy beamed at the stranger, her curiosity getting the better of her. She hadn't meant to bother the man; she'd wanted only a closer look at the strange instrument on the table as she'd passed, but that had only sparked her interest further. â€œWhat is the name of your instrument? I've never seen anything like it before.â€</div></blockquote><br/>The stranger's expression brightened at once as he looked from her to the instrument on the table. "It is an instrument of my own design, as a matter of fact. I was displeased with the sound of the instruments I found with other craftsmen... so I designed my own."<br/>Noting her curiosity, he gestured to the instrument again, "Care to give it a try?"<br/>Discreetly, he stole a glance at the worgen, still watching him from the corner. He hoped he wouldn't seem threatening to him. He knew full well how easily his kid were set off.