He looks back at you calmly. His grey eyes alive with youth and confidence. He looks around the age of 20 human years, human being his race. A moderately handsome lad he would stand about 5 ft 8 tall with an average build for a human of that age.
'That depends on who you are.' He sais with a polite smile before turning to look at the tavern door.
He is wearing a green hooded top with the hood pulled over his short croped brown hair. Strange as it is not raining nor is it cold outside. His simple brown trousers are held up by a leather waist belt, the end of which hangs down one leg.
Rested against the stool is a large luber axe which the man keeps one hand on. The other holds a small cup which he sips. Returning his gaze to yours he chuckles and speaks again.
'Drathe, my name is Drathe'
A publican opens the tavern door and leaves, a draft wafts in bringing with it the fesh air from out side and the sound of approaching horses.
'Well.' says Drathe with a friendly smile. 'I need the little boys room'
With that he stands placing his cup next to yours. Taking his axe he walks to the door at the back of the tavern.
Just as Drathe closes the door behind him a new comer enters the tavern and looks around. He looks at you giving you a maliciouse glare before leaving, slamming the door beind him. Drathe does not return from the Lavy.