Leaning heavily on one foot in a limp, Kye carefully walked up to the bar. He wasn't used to the customs or the formalities of walking into a bar, he just knew that it had been a long day and he was in need of something to take the day out of his head and replace it instead with a haze.

He was a tall man and his mouses hair was short around his ears but longer and set with wax on top. He wore a simple tunic and a worn cotton cloak which he carefully removed as he sat himself down at the bar, hands tense against the wood and his finger tapping at the bar anxiously. His hazel eyes looked up at the specials board before glancing around for someone to serve him.