Moving with a caution bordering on furtive, a tall, slender man darts into the Lounge and, with a sweeping glance around the room, seats himself at a table alone.  His hood falls back as he settles himself, revealing the weathered features of a human clearly more at home in the wild than in the city.  Dark eyes shift restlessly around the room as he scratches at the thick stubble on his neck.  His clothes, earth tones head to toe, are well made but have seen better days.<br/><br/>He quietly requests a meal of meat and mead, trying to appear as though his vagabond look reflected naught but recent long travels.  His attention is caught for a moment by a thump from the floor above, and he smiles a crooked smile, thinking "at least someone is able to enjoy themselves in this city."<br/><br/>(I hope I'm not tripping over the scene in the bedroom; I imagine there is room for more than one thing going on at a time?)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>