Zethran was sitting in the Rusty Mug, watching as all went about busily. He was positioned in the opposite corner of the tavern then Della. As always Zethran was using an illusion to alter [url=http://i.imgur.com/hrkBXBf.png?1]his appearance[/url]. Feeling his ordinary appearance to be bland or possibly even dangerous. This was because Zethran found it less troublesome wandering around as a nobody or senseless adventurer then as a wizard. With utter focus he watched his surroundings. 

The only time someone got decent view of his face due to his hood, was when the ember of his pipe glowed as he pulled long drags from his pipe. Each exhale he sluggishly performed a series of smoke-rings that flew into one another. Despite the look of young age, this individual seemed hardened by battle. Not looking the type to be subtle or easily pushed over. The odd thing was even though he seemed to fit the part perfectly. The man gave no excitement or care towards the town criers proclaiming riches for wanted adventurers. The man merely minding his own business as he occasionally sipped from his beverage and indulged in his smoke.