A dark and daunting prospect. A mysterious man, saunters down the path. For the most part he looks human, though dressed in a most chic garb, one would take him to be an eccentric. A suit and tie, adorned with stripes of grey and black, that fitted neatly to his lean frame; with leather boots about his feet that went up his shin, and leather gloves upon his hands. Atop his head he even wore a top hat, with the very same grey and black strips, and to his face a masquerade mask that covered the upper half of his face. Yet those bright amethyst irises of his seemed to shine ever so wickedly, and his long jet black strands of hair that fell about his shoulder,  made him look more beast than man. Like a cave man almost, with a close cut beard, and tanned skin.<br/><br/>The door of the house was pushed open, and the tall daunting man seemed to look straight ahead. With strong sturdy steps he entered the place and gently pushed the door close, in a manner that would not attract too much attention. Only then did he follow on with his strut and made his way to a more secluded part of the house. But.. Was this a house, or a tavern? He wasn't too sure, and had soon found himself sitting at a table by himself, a good way away from the fireplace. His right hand befell the table top, and his nimble fingers began to beat a tune upon the wood; all the while his grave gaze shifting to and fro, looking to those about him. Though for the most part he kept quiet, and to himself.