Having spent much of his life secluded from the majority of the world at large, Xarces had only just become aware of the existence of the various stones of power. He having often occupied himself with the search and acquisition of relics Legal or otherwise. Though in most cases this involved treading where no living being had stepped foot in eons, invading the tombs, crypts, ruins and the like of those civilizations long since removed from this world. It was during one such outing where he received his first taste of the stones and their various forms. Not of the stones themselves, but rather he unearthed a multitude of tablets, roughly conveying the history of the stones, their colors and the varying elements in which they where attuned to. This idea fascinated Xarces, and after spending some time researching and gathering information on the subject. Much to his surprise he would discover that such things where not all uncommon among many of the civilizations that dotted the world. Thus Xarces decided to set out to explore the civilizations of the world known to him to possess such stones. Hoping to both learn what he could of them as well as to collect a few of his own. Oath city was his destination, it having been the closest on the map to his previous location. After spending some time stowing away things he didn't need, and picking up others he thought he might he would set out into the unknown.<br/><br/>It had only taken him less then a days worth of flight and Xarces was touching down softly upon the fertile soil just outside of Oath. Having spotted a neighboring farm from the air he decided one of their fields would make a suitable landing zone. After toppling only a handful of stalks he would stand within the cover of the field, taking a moment to ensure that all of his things where in order. Though his attire was simple and practical, giving him the air of an adventurer, dashed with a roguish quality, it was all crafted of some of the finest materials. A relaxed long sleeve shirt was worn on his chest. It being adorned with various eyelets and drawstrings to ensure that it was tight around the wrists, yet relaxed over all. His pants where of a similar style, loose fitting black pants, held in place by a stylized leather belt, complete with various pouches and compartments which where filled with varying vials, lock picks, and other tools of his unorthodox trade. A pair of black leather well traveled boots where worn on his feet, coming up just above the ankles on each leg. On his right hip a very elaborate hand crossbow was worn, it's metal of an unknown origin. He also carried with him a satchel as well as a pair of silvered sabers which crossed upon his back. Xarces was an impressive sight to behold, seemingly a man in his early twenties his physique was that of a thin, streamlined and athletic build. Perfectly defined as it seemed not an ounce on his being had gone to waist.  His skin was of a honeyed tone as it seems to shimmer in the mid day sun. His face was rather handsome, perhaps even unnaturally so, perfectly symmetrically with his jaw clearly defined, he had the face of a natural charmer. Herein one would notice the first abnormality, his beautiful eyes of the purest cyan would emit a soft blue-white glow, enough so that in darkness they could illuminate the immediate area around him. Furthermore within his mouth, amidst his pearl white teeth he possessed a very peculiar tongue, of a serpentine nature, long and sinuous, prehensile in nature as the tip bore two dexterous forks. The abnormalities would not end there however as upon his chiseled flesh his upper body was covered from his collar at the base of his neck, clear down each of his arms to his wrist, onto his back and chest clear down to his waist, in an intricate looking tribal tattoo, it's coloration resembling that of fire. Atop his head his hair was worn purposefully messy, being of mid length with jet black and crimson hues interlaced and mixed within. Along side his head he possessed a set of black ram like horns. And on his back, folded tightly against his back where a pair of powerful feathery wings. Charcoal feathers, on the upper feathers as well as the stems and main aspects of his wings, though at each tip was a tuft of blood red feathers, as well was the color of those feathers making up the lowest row of each wing.<br/><br/>All of this Xarces kept concealed however beneath his clothes, his wings and horns he would hide beneath a heavy hooded cloak. It hanging low over his eyes, it having been enchanted to shroud it's contents in an unnatural darkness which prevented the light of his eyes from escaping, as well as ensured that where anyone to catch a glimpse of his back from any particular angle that his wings would not be revealed, only darkness. It was in this attire that Xarces ventures through the field and into the city of stone. He being more then cautious about his unique appearance, knowing that some societies where more accepting of anything but pure bred humans then others. As it where Xarces chose to play it safe whenever his work required him to gain information from any of the nearby towns, choosing to keep as low a profile as we was able.<br/><br/>Being a curious being by nature, and having no real defined plan or course of action once he got inside the city,  Xarces couldn't help but to marvel at the architecture all around him as he made his way into the heart of the city. Slipping seamlessly among the crowds of people as he had been trained to do. Not looking where he was going, and yet avoiding contact with all of those around him as he continued into the great city of stone. (This is amazing....I have only been to a small hand full of cities of this calibre...) he thinks to himself as he made his way towards the meeting hall. Lost in thought, simply enjoying the environment as it was not often he ventured into society and this was all very exciting for him. His attention would be drawn to the crowd that was gathered before the meeting hall. Xarces being of average height slips through the crowd, inching his way to the front so that he can see just what was going on. What he would see would both shock and amaze him, an elderly man being tossed down a flight of stairs, only to be followed shortly after by a winged woman of sorts, Xarces searches his memory banks as he believes what he is seeing to be a harpy of sorts. Either way she was very stunning to behold as his eyes quickly drink in every detail of her exotic visage and body.  He watching as she curses the old man beneath her spitting down upon him as a troupe of women follow closely in her footsteps. Xarces turns his head to the crowd asking softly "Who is that?" hoping that perhaps someone beside him would shed some light on either the harpy or the elderly man's identity. Though Xarces was unfamiliar with the customs and traditions of this city, judging by the attire of the harpy, when compared to that of those around him he assumed she was either royalty or at the very least a very wealthy noble.