3rd of Spring, 511 AV, Vizyous was seated nearby the hearth, it's flames warm and much appreciated as the weather was still far from hot. The glow of the fire scarcely illuminated his pale face, the table he sat at positioned more to the side of it, off towards the wall. In front of him was a mug of light ale which he sparingly sipped on, missing the taste of Alvadas wine, his tongue unused to the harshness of the beer despite it being pale. The Symenestra's clothes were still tattered from the city from which he'd came, held together by carefully placed knots rather than stitches. The dark red shirt that clung tight to his chest had numerous stains, sleeves that once reached his wrists ripped, frayed. The paleness of his skin exposed by the tears was only highlighted by the flickering of the fire, the long strands of cobweb gray hair that fell wavy and tangled to his stomach appearing, for once, silver in color. Despite Vizyous' unkempt appearance, his bright, amethyst eyes kept a careful watch on those in the tavern, looking for someone that caught his interest. The city of Syliras, itself, bored him, but perhaps the people within it could entertain him for the night. A playful, friendly smile rested on his lips that was inviting, charming even. It was a practiced expression, one that directed another's gaze more towards his eyes, away from his long, dark claws and equally long limbs. |