Brakes walks into town, and looks around, a sly grin on his gray face. [i]I wounder what mischief I can brew up here?[/i] He walks up to a nearby tavern, and spends a few minutes checking and sharping his weapons. He then walks into the tavern, and notices a few things. One, a knight in full armor, two, the group of ruffians that the knight was staring down, and three a [i]paladin[/i], griping the hilt of his blade. He grimaces slightly. [i]A paladin? Why would a holy warrior come to such a place? I thought they had a larger moral code then that.[/i] He looks around the room, not bothering to try to hide his stone gray skin, or the horns sweeping from his head. He meets the eye of one of the drinkers, and sees the man shudder from seeing his demonic physic. He waves slightly to the man, and his tail whips around. The man leans over to the drinker next to him, whispering and pointing in his direction. He walks through the bar, fully aware of the whispers, and puts one hand on his sword hilt. He hoped it wouldn't come to combat. At least, not until he'd gotten a few drinks.