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”One man, with strong belief, intention and action, can change the world.” Were the first words Eyvind would ever hear out of the mouth of the newest individual to sit at the bar; the tone of the voice was deep, strong, and although kind there was a deadly calmness that bespoke of hidden power and prodigious prowess. ”A mug of water, if you will good barkeep, and a large meal with plenty of meat, I am not fussy.” He slid more than enough crowns over the counter toward the Bartender. Then two orbs of cavernous darkness turned to address Eyvind and words once more flowed from a mouth and face that appeared human, even with the travel dust still present. The sound of a heavy pack hitting the floor between them was definitely heard by the Vagaran, though it was a background noise that accompanied his newest words; next to the pack was a large modified bec-de-corbin, identifiably made from dwarven steel the oak and steel haft appearing smooth from well use.
”Aslan does teach that. The strong are to defend the weak, I believe is the more convention way of putting it.” A deep rumble which was probably this seven foot six inch person’s way of chuckling. ”Though who knows who is weak and strong these days? Defend those whom cannot defend themselves is a much better wording.” He grunted, sitting upon the bar stool and allowing a subtle sigh of relief to penetrate his lips before he continued. ”You speak as if you know more of the way of Aslan, as if you were perhaps a worshipper or follower of his cause, his tenets if you will.” It was not a question, merely a statement, though obviously the man expected a reply.
This dark looking fellow stands at the height of 6'6", long black hair loosely falling about well built, tanned shoulders; its length, although curly, reaching just below his shoulder blades. Icy, dark and cavernous orbs watch from sockets of golden brown skin. Hard, rough, angular jaw set in a semi-permanent expression of emotionless, whilst also holding a frighteningly powerful visage. An aura of confidence and power surrounds this spawn of a dracon in human form. His build; muscular, but not beastly, one might say ‘perfectly proportioned’, but not quite. On this particular occasion he wore his leathers; dark browns and greens which were almost molded to his form via straps and shear design, though not so much so to restrict movement or speed. A cloak of dark brown leather was attached via a darkened metal ring around his neck and, until moments before, the hood had covered much of his hair and cast shadows upon most of his features. He was equip with a variety of different weapons in addition to the modified bec-de-corbin… a few knives, two Graw’lak, an elven longsword and whatever else the fellow might be carrying in that heavy looking backpack.
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