Zeth "Zegerus" Rayin<br/><br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Age: 22<br/><br/>Gender:Male<br/><br/>Attire: Zeth where's a light plate chestpeice, as well as legs, no gloves, no cape, but a baggy shirt around the hands, and a pair of engineer's goggles.<br/><br/>Appearance: light brown hair, "white" skin, childish green eyes, and slightly short, to where it's not extreme, but noticeable.<br/><br/>=============================<br/><br/>The inn was very active, and that was good. Zeth hated quiet places. As he pushed threw te doors, he looked around the inn. As he mumbled 'reminds<br/>Me of home...' he began walkin up to the bar. With a bit of skillful slight of Hand, he pulled a bag of coins from his waist, glided into a chair, and bidded a good day to the goblin at the bar all at once. He called out, quite loudly, as he usually did, to the bartender "got my reward for bringing in a warlock selling soulgems to civilians! I've got 32 gold with me and I can't take it with me! Your strongest ale and your biggest mutton!!" he cheered as if he was a little kid on winters vale day! Everyone in the inn could feel his exstatic energy, weather it came from his loud voice, his childish mood, or purely his accidental use of a consintraton aura.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>