Searos watched the small scene unfold after a woman had dashed past him into the tower. He secured his buckler to his pack with small straps placed for that purpose. He had a longsword at his belt, and a greatsword strapped to his back, under his pack. The hilt of the greatsword looked well worn, while the longsword looked almost new. It was clear which weapon he favored. He stepped inside, guessing that the ones already here were at least friendly enough for now.<br/><br/>He shook some of the water from his form, the chainmail shirt he was wearing tinkling as the small metal loops clanged against each other. He was wearing a metal cap with chainmail hanging from it, protecting his neck. His elfin ears poked out from the sides, pointing slightly backwards. He was small, but muscular enough that it seemed he would have no trouble swinging his sword with the best of them.