Zeraer noted the tall man observing his book and gave him a darting look.  He noticed for the first time that though the man had a pleasant countenance, there was no mistaking the fact that he was not the kind you want as an enemy.  But the sorcerer sensed no aggression here, felt oddly at ease -- he relaxed again, smiling to himself.  He looked up briefly, noticing the fair-haired half-elf enter the tavern, feeling a wave of natural energy emanating from her.<br/><br/>He jolted upward at the sensation of a much sharper, stronger magic and in the corner of his eye, the glow of red.  Anyone looking closely at him would have noticed his eyes change color from blue to black, and his frame shimmer, as though he were in danger of winking out of existence.<br/><br/>Turning his head, he made eye contact with the tall man and raised his eyebrows, as if to say, "what do we make of this?"