Bariston's head tilts up a bit when the Forsaken woman sits at his table, his hood lifting up enough to allow one pale eye to appraise her. "I have had my share of bad luck being undead, but I am new to the area, so I suspect it is her, and not me specifically." He chuckles a bit, sounding like he might spit up a cloud of dust, as he lifts his hand and pulls his hood back and off. He is one of the lucky few Forsaken whose bodies were almost completely intact when resurrected, leaving one skeletal hand and one of two other patches here and there. His pale skin, tight and slightly shriveled, reveals that he was a handsome man in life, and to some, might still be.  Slightly long and dark hair frames his face, one pale yellow, pupilless eye surveying the female in front of him, the other eye covered in a metal patch, looking as if it has been bolted into his face.  "What about you, miss? Do you frequent the area yourself?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>