The door opened again and a well tanned man entered, medium in height and build, but well muscled and manly for one of his stature, but hardly a warrior.   His hair was coppery-red in the dimmer light of the tavern, pulled back in a long tail and tied there with black chord.  He wore no shirt, but a full black leather vest with gold and copper scroll work to match that on his many pouched belt.  His pants were sturdy, thick trigger<sup>1</sup>with red-gold chord at the seams.  They had several pockets, and the crotch bulged over his one piece of armor, a light steel codpiece.  His heavy riding boots matched the vest, and had steel toes plated with copper.<br/><br/>The dark fop bore only one weapon, an ornate dagger on his belt, and at first glance seemed only ornamentaly scarred with faint runes on his shoulders, though closer inspection revealed signs of faint nicks on his arms and cheeks and also wand sheathes in his boots.<br/><br/>He glanced around the room with a dark grin, closed the door, and offered a short prayer of thanks to flangerdhin for an entertaining journey.  Then he waved to the barkeep and beckoned to the wench before heading over to the table and sitting at an unoccupied seat.  "Well again, Rennel, I trust this venture will lead, as usual, to comely slaves and riches for my research?  Well met to you all.  I'm called Rowan Fireborn, initiate of the Tantric Secrets of Evocation, Adept of the Third Circle of Arcane Magic, graduate of the Arcane Academy at the Capitol."<br/><br/><br/><sup>1</sup>trigger=heavy, fine woven cotton, an ancestor of denim.