Verna licks her lips and nods at Zaraer's kind words, but still seems nervous. She turns to watch him go yet makes absolutely no move to stop him.<br/><br/>Inside the privacy booth a cloaked figure sits as far away from the curtain as possible. With the hood up not much can be seen of the stranger except that he seems to be rather bulky and has a rather large head. Beside him to the right, resting against the wall, is an unusual scythe. The staff part of it is obviously made from bone and by the ridges appears to be a section of vertebrae. The blade itself is not metal but a dark stone so black the light around it seems distorted. As Zeraer enters the black blade flickers briefly with the same red light as before, but it is severely muted and the jolt of magic is now just a faint tingle. Raising his left arm a scaly, clawed hand emerges to gesture for Zaraer to sit and close the curtain. While there is enough light, from a dimly lit lamp behind the stranger, to tell that the scales are a dull grayish color Zaraer does not get a good enough look to try and guess the stranger's race.