Weaving through the throngs of people, Ulric shifted the cloth-swaddled pole on his shoulder into an easier position and calmly returned the searching looks that some of townspeople.  They eyed him curiously for he was such a man as stood out even amongst the cosmopolitan crowds Moonhaven.  His skin like dark copper, eyes of deep crimson hue, he stood much above the common man, and even a taller man might have had to stand a-tiptoe to match his.  Pulling at his tunic that was stretched thin over his powerful frame, he took a moment to watch the young blue-haired woman with an undisguised grin at the whirling motions of her pale limbs.<br/><br/>He did not notice the cat above them all - few would have paid attention after all - but the tall, strangely beautiful man on the opposite side of crowd caught his eyes.<em>Such whimsical garments</em>, he thought, his grin growing slightly,<em>someone will undoubtedly enjoy pulling those off of him</em>.  With appeasement to the sensualist in him, he pushed through the crowd to reach an open aired patio where customers sat and drank.  "Barkeep, a tankard of your finest wine," he asked, speaking the common tongue with a curious accent, "I think I have just enough left to pay for it."