Arvahn Athrelos sat waiting at the bar for his friends to show, in a Tavern called "Rugbyy's Grill".<br/>He was a Dark Elf, or Dunmer as it was said in their own language. He had brilliant silver hair and red eyes, he stood at 6 foot two inches with a larger but still lean build. He was near thirty years old, still young in elven terms, with handsome features. He was an assassin and a mage, and he made a good living with both occupations. He fancied both because he was great at sneaking and had a talent for the magics, his parents being mages themselves. His favorite magic types though were summoning and illusion.<br/><br/>The summoning spells helped during the down time, when he was both bored and lonely. The Daedric creatures that were summoned were actually decent conversationalists, if you could learn to understand them. The illusion spells were just fun, not to mention they helped a great deal when he was assighned an assassination mission that required absolute stealth. Arvahn or "Vahn" as his friends sometimes called him was a nice guy, despite all appearances, he loved to talk and he loved to listen.<br/>No one was talking today though, they were having a moment of silence in respect for the victim of an 'accident'. It'd been more than just a moment of silence though. The day was relatively slow and the news about the 'accident' hadn't made anyone want to enliven the day with a conversation.<br/><br/>"Want another?" The dwarven bar tender said as he shuffled by in front to pick up a glass and clean it.<br/>"Yeah, sure, but gimme some of your ales this time" Arvahn said as he held his glass for the bar tender to take. Arvahn wore his glass armor and "shadowed robes" with his blue mages cloak hung on his back like a cape. The "shadow" robes magically increased one's stealth, by absorbing the sound of your own footsteps and absorbing the darkness in an area, so that you were virtually invisible. They also increased you proficiency with illusions and destruction magic. It looked like a normal black robe complete with a deep hood, though, so no one raised any suspicions when you wore it outside. The blue mages cloak helped things further, it increased his fluency with speech, making it easier for people to talk to him.<br/><br/>The dwarf took his glass and filled it with a dark brown liquid, that had a strong smell to it. He downed it fast, and braced for the burn in his throat. "Ah! That was good! Another please" he said as he handed the glass back to the dwarf and turned to look back at the entrance to the Tavern.