Gaven calmly pushed open the door to the tavern, a bit of water he must have picked up somewhere dripping of the edge of his cape.  A midnight black wolf stood at his side as a sharp contrast to the mithral links that gleamed on his torso.  A bow and quiver rested across his back and what looked to be a bastard sword hung on each hip.<br/><br/>He padded quietly within, looking for a quiet table to settle down into.  With a smile, he simply sat,as if waiting for something.