Ithalin grunted as he ducked his head beneath the doorframe of the tavern, not wanting to smack his head off of yet another one. As he straightened himself out, he looked about the room with a sigh. "The smell never changes." he intones to nobody in particular. The human, at 7'6, was quite the sight, all clad in traveling leathers as he was. Perhaps the most attention-grabbing  part of his person were his eyes, both of which glowed blue with lichfire. Which meant that the man was a Death Knight. This didn't mean he had bits falling off, no, quite the opposite--if not for the glowing eyes, he'd look like any other living, breathing person.<br/><br/>He strides over quickly to the bar, and taking a seat, orders a mug of ale to occupy him until he finds something else to take up his time that evening, eyes roving the room for any woman of interest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>