Quietly, a tall, hooded man stepped into the tavern. His robes hung over him, cloaking a body covered hand and foot with cloth wrappings. His face was covered in a dark shade beneath his hood, the only features peering from within being his glowing red eyes and the bridge of a blood-red nose. Slowly, quietly, he stepped forward, ignoring the chatter of those around him, distinctly aware of the eyes that followed him, the people scowling at him from the corners of the room, the way some patrons stooped closer to their bowls of stew, as if he were interested in stealing from them.<br/><br/>At the counter, the stranger gently placed a gold coin down, whispering oddly that he'd like a flagon of ale and a hot bowl of stew to be taken outdoors. "If you'd be so kind."