A New Start

A blustery wind burst through the door as an enigmatic figure crossed the threshhold. The man in a long black cloak entered the Last Call, gliding across the room to a dimly lit corner. There, in the illumination of a single candle he removed his cloak in one swift action, throwing it on the back of his chair. His long silver hair cascaded about his shoulders, his pointy ears revealing his elven heritage. On his back, an ornately carved mahogany lute, inlayed with silver and jewels. As the barmaid approached he flashed a perfect grin, his silver eyes reflecting the candlelight.
"Just bring me a bottle of your finest wine, love, something of elven make," He carefully admired her buxom figure before continuing. "And something to eat, I've had a long hard, journey, and I'm famished" he threw a sack of coins on the table as he noted the barmaids glance before she left, as well as what appeared to be jealousy from some other patrons as they glared at him. No one knew him here, which was good, he could easily leave his past behind him. As he scanned the room his eyes settled on the stage across the room. A sly smile crossed his face as he took his seat, yes this could be the perfect place for a new start...

Dravins dark hair and blues well know around here now. He walking to the traven. Looking around he see there was a full house tonight. Siting at a table near the stage. the bar maid come over to him bring his normal blood from a bear.

"So Kate has there been any one to try out to keep the crowed entrtane the crowds" dravin say takeing a sip of his drink. " Yes sir but none can tell a tail or sing worth any thing sir." He nods. Looking at her "Please Kate your the only one that know around here. Call me Dravin" gives her a freindly pat on her hand nothing more then a frinedship pat. She smiles " Thank you Dravin"

He entered the taveren in his bear cloak around him. His helmet was rusted from the elements he has endured ofr most of his life in the mountains. His battle axe across his back was worn and chiped from the mountain wars he and his clan has been in. He was done with it and left the mountains to find peace and some quietness he wished for. His boots made small thuds on the floor when he walked across the floor. He looked around for a place to sit and noticed that most of the tables was full from the locals he guessed from it.
He finaly saw a table in the back of the taveren and walked over to the table. He removed his helmet which showed he had long Red hair braided in a typical nord fashion and his scares across his face showed from the light of the taveren. He sat down and asked the bar maid if he could kindly have some ale in the biggest pitcher they had and some rare to raw steak meat to enjoy for a meal.