A Quiet Night

[StaffSgtSkunk]

The roadhouse tavern was very quiet tonight, not many people around. The night was cold with a small amount of rain outside.

A man, aged 24 or so with white hair and eyes, his arms crossed lightly as he leans up against the wall of the tavern, half way from the door and the bar. His heavy armor creaking as he breaths gently but smoothly, his eyes are lightly shut like a closed door. A blade hung from his belt, moving slightly with his breathing. His armor was almost like your average heavy armor apart from the shoulders, they where in the colors of yellow and red, a symbol for design purpose was also added.

His body posture was relaxed, he occasionally opened his eyes to have a look around, looking for an opportunity to engage in a conversation. His hair waved every time he moved his head slightly, his eyes switching from person to person quickly but smoothly.

[StaffSgtSkunk]

He gave up in looking for a conversation, none had entered the tavern since he was there. He lightly pushed himself off the wall so he could stand up right. By the looks of things this place doesn't get many visitor's, he made his way towards the door placing a hand upon the handle before gently opening it.

It was still night but the cold had gone but the rain still came, as he took his steps out away from the tavern. Now in the middle of the pathway towards raven-watch and two bridges stopping there for moments on end, enjoying the light rain as it fell upon his face and armor. A small smile appeared as his body relaxed.