<strong><em>He tilted his head in a slight nod, golden eyes locked onto her own. He thought about how to approach this woman for a split second. Her directness and seeming uncomfortable air about her made her a curiosity and slight worry to him.</em></strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">"Draven. And aye, I was."</span></span><strong><em> His voice was liquid and light, but with a deep undertone. Almost cold. He gave a discrete motion around the tavern, covering it as just a brushing of his fingers through his hair and assuming she would pick up on it.</em></strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"But then, so's most. Ye be either brave or fool to come to a place like this lookin' as you do, miss Eudocia." </span></span><br/><br/><strong><em> He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. In the light, he could be considered a handsome man by most people's standards. But not so much that he would stand out in a crowd. That would just be bad for business. He swirled his drink in the cup for a moment, eyes leaving her for a moment to gaze at the few muttering into their cups and attempting to be covert with there peering. Though they did a rather poor job</em></strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"And pray tell, what brings ya here?"</span></span>