[center][h2][color=f7976a]Draco Russ[/color][/h2][/center]

Interacting with: [@Ellion] [@Deos Morran] [@13org] [@shagranoz] [@Anyone at the tavern]

Happy to see that the boy that he had unofficially adopted push out a seat for him to take, Draco chuckled softly as he flicked out his coat a little in order to take the offered seat comfortably. "[color=f7976a]Overconfidence is a subtle killer Squrt. I'm almost tempted to grab you by the ear and drag you out with me next time I go just to make you eat those words.[/color] A good natured jest and nothing more; Draco had sat down to have a long conversation with Lusius on more then one occasion about hunting abroad and he knew the reasons why the boy had elected to stay. He might not have agreed with all of his reasoning, but he could respect it.

Looking over at Emmerich and taking note of his accent, Draco was about to say something when two things happened. The first was that a bowl of ham stew was placed in front of him; After all, such a meal required him to have his mouth uncovered and thus he reached up and removed the cloth that covered his lower face. It... wasn't a pretty sight. For starters he didn't have a nose and from the horrible looking scar that ran across his face the reason he didn't have one was because something tried to take his face off one night and was haggled down to a life long flesh wound. 

The second was the arrival of a beautiful young woman who wished to join the makeshift dinner party that was in progress. Turning to look at the woman, Draco would offer her an earnest smile (that hopefully didn't scare her off) before tilting his head towards an empty spot (that just happened to be next to Lusius) "[color=f7976a]By all means. My name is Draco by the way.[/color]" No point in mentioning his last name unless asked after all... It was amazing how reputations could get ahead of someone.

As the wolf outside began to howl, Draco began to eat his stew. He had been told in the past that Abby was an amazing cook but he was going to have to take the words of others on the matter; His sense of taste had been... vastly hindered when he had lost his nose. However, while he appeared to be at ease his mind was currently at work. [i]If it's a witch strong enough to get a reaction from a hunter's dog that isn't to turn tail and flee, then odds are it isn't a major threat; Most likely someone who got a taste of power and thinks they are unstoppable because of it. Some sort of werebeast is possible but as dangerous as they are such creatures aren't stupid and wouldn't attack a settlement this large unless it was absolutely rabid... or possibly in a pack but there would have been signs of such a large number gathering by now...[/i]

Sighing a little as he left his meal half finished, Draco calmly rose to his feet and reached under his cloak before removing what appeared to be some strange breed of weapon that seemed to have more in common with a saw blade then a sword. "[color=f7976a]It would appear that we will have company soon. Will you be joining us Miss or sitting this one out?[/color]" Draco asked before putting his mask and hat back on and walking towards the door after the strange hunter that he had just met... he would have to keep an eye on the man.