'This is the town.' Alexandros thought to himself, entering the outskirts of Riverlund. It wasn't a large town, and it even reminded him of home slightly. As he walked the beaten road into the village proper, the gathering of mourners and the trio of caskets does set him at unease however. His steps come to a pause for a second as he takes in the scene, muttering a small and silent prayer for the dead to rest peacefully and to move on to the afterlife... Though such comfort would not ease the mourners. He continued moving once he had finished his prayer, and as soon as he saw the sign his pace became quicker, looking for the tavern. He should find it easily enough, the warriors hand reaching to open the tavern door. With the thick leather armor, and the large, wicked looking axe strapped to his back, it was obvious that he was one of the 'travelers' the the poster sought out. his eyes scanned the tavern idly, looking to see who else might be in the tavern, or if any other armed travelers had already arrived. He would look for this Old Ben soon enough, but it might be best to look for allies, first.<br/><br/>Alex (http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/3023/duelbysafanabe9.jpg) stood at just over six feet tall, with an athletic frame that made it obvious he was a warrior of some sort. his blonde hair reached just to his shoulders, tied back neatly. His blue eyes seemed rather warm, though troubled by the scene at the graveyard. With a clean shaven face and fair skin, he was quite handsome for a human, carrying himself well. His armor was made from thick leathers and hide, obscuring what clothing he might be wearing underneath it. On his back was a large axe, with a single edged head that looked like it could could through his enemies as easily as it could through a log of wood. He seemed to be in his early twenties, and had made a fine transition from youth to adult.