Cale pushed open the door to the ladies flask, his brow was covered in sweat and soot from working at his fathers forge, he was dressed in a boiled leather tunic, a white under shirt, green trousers and fine looking black leather boots, he had removed that special dragon scale gloves and his workers apron before comming to the tavern.<br/><br/>Sitting himself at the bar he yawned quietly and stretched as he waited for Ilene to finish serving another customer.