<div class="floatright">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/297/6/c/damon_by_jennyverse-d83y1pf.jpg)</div>It had been some time since Damon had ventured to a town and had a good pint of ale and a man or woman to share his bed with, so the mysterious hooded archer felt it was fair time to get that all sorted. He opened the wooden door to the Busty Wench Tavern and confidentally strode in, spying a variety of tables about to sit at and staff going here and there to help people out. It was a far more reserved entrance into the place than some of the other patrons here, most likely... Though an archer, scout, rogue and thief with possible elven blood in his veins wouldn't want to look too out of place or find much recognition.<br/><br/>He wandered over to a table to near where the red-headed pretty dwarven barmaid was stood as she was left now alone by the wildling maid and he placed a gloved hand up to call her attention over to him. Even as he was sat on a stool she came only chin-height to his knee and he could rest his hand on the top of her head if he wanted to. Her face was sweet and she looked demure and bright enough that he'd have a great evening being served by her. He had no real magic to speak of, though he was more dextrous and quick than most other men and could hit a target with an arrow from a good distance.<br/><br/>He also had a rather fair elven look to his ruddy face and atop a lithely built body he had a good long length he figured no lady forgot about once he slid inside them, but these were not things that would gain him much scouting employment. They perhaps would be able to enamour to cute red-headed dwarf and make her remember him, aching for a return visit. Nonetheless, he settled down, placing his backpack and quiver at his feet with his bow though he did not go as far as to remove his cloak at all. He'd reserve that for when he would take a lucky woman to his room he'd use his gold pieces to claim from this tavern for the night.