Arawn was really tall, so tall he towered over most of the men he passed by at roughly six feet and two inches. Most men barely made it to five feet and nine inches and the women, well... they were just naturally shorter. You would have guessed he was fey by the striking features of his face. The finely sculptured check bones and beautiful and unwavering blue eyes that hinted green as if the very forest was inside of him. If you had known his mother you would have known that it was.<br/><br/>Arawn had unmounted his horse to tread into the village. It was his day to check off this section as he had planned because he had heard the villagers were hunting in the KinI'd forest, the section that he took care of specifically.<br/><br/>He had paced himself along the street, shifting his weight enough to walk forward, observing the marketplace for the uncommon item he sought when he spied her, huddled under the ledge of a dirty old counter with black from the very iron and soot that touched it.<br/><br/>Arawn drew up bonus back straight and set his jaw in light frustration at the foolish blacksmith who caged what he already identified as, a lycan. " What manner of dealings brought you to deal in beasts? I won't ask you where you received her, but I am odered to retrieve her. All beasts and animal alike belong to the king, mo matter how forsaken," he told him, walking up to the counter.