<strong>Sinathel</strong><br/><hr/>The mumbles and jestings of the tawdry tavern held little interest for this traveler. Instead he sat at a table staring contently at the floor, a cup of spring wine resting next to the fair elf with only a single sip having been taken from it. He oft found that patrons were more likely to ignore him if he had a drink at his side, even if he didn't drink it. The two braids over his temples were loose, letting the back of his hair cover his neck down to the collar of the brown leather jerkin he wore. The hair and leathers did well to cover the tattoos that streamed their way down his back and arms, another effort he took to remain less noticed when in towns. The slightly gnarled staff he walked with was propped against the wall nearby, and his small pouch of herbs was kept cinched tight to his waist.<br/><br/>Sinathel was blinded to the going-ons of the establishment, so focused on a shadowed nook of the warped wooden floor. At a simple glance one might assume that he was simply lost in thought, but if they were to look closer to that shadow on the floor they might see the small gray mouse that was peering back at the elf. For a moment the mouse might tilt its head or twitch an ear, but it seemed just as content as the elf was. You can learn interesting things about a place and its peoples, you just need to know who, or what, to ask.