Varis Jennath in the meantime was finishing a long trek towards the city. Whilst on the move he had heard of a call for heroes, outsiders and expendable folk for aid. As such he fit all three in his mind so he made his way to the Tanned Tankard Tavern where the one called Old Ben was supposedly making the offer. He would look around once inside the village itself at all the houses and buildings with people coming and going. Entering the tavern itself he looked about for a vacant seat with hopefully a lone table as he never liked to intrude nor did he wish to cause a problem by sitting with a bunch of strangers. In a city he felt like a dime a dozen but here he felt like he really stood out but that seemed to be a part of the territory.<br/><br/>He was clad from head to toe in immaculately polished plate armor and not a speck of dirt seemed to cling to his body. His skin was tanned slightly and his build was moderately impressive but it seems he was a complex balance of speed and power for his muscles were not overtly built. His sandy blonde hair was cut exceptionally short in a proper military fashion. Adorned upon his body was a holy symbol of whom would recognize immediately as Torm if they knew of religion that much. Strapped to his back was a large two handed axe also immaculately clean and polished. His eyes which seemed to know people from head to toe was a dusk garnet brown. One could also note because of his short hair the sharp points to his ears but it was not as defined as other elvish folk hinting that he was not a pure elf. Everything about him seemed to speak "you can trust me" to people and to boot he was handsome.