Alwen rubbed the stubble on the side of his rugged looking face very unlike how the fairy-tales described necromancers. a look of wistfulness washed over his visage as he recalled his short service to a powerful mage, in the necromancers memory it was as if it had happened yesterday despite being nearly six years later. Once he had been young and naive, too quick to lick the boots of someone superior to himself [i]now[/i] he had some hubris and self-respect.

Blinking he shook himself from his reminiscence of the past, it was time to live in the present day and not to question the decisions he made in the past. Alwen's caramel brown hair whipped against his face as a gust of wind blew through the byway in which he stood staring at the establishment across the street, [i]well[/i] not staring at it really more like he was looking at it blankly as he became lost in his thoughts.

[i][color=808080]"Your wasting time, just go in for god sakes!"[/color][/i] in truth he was unintentionally stalling, too worried by the taboo that followed his practition [i][color=808080]"Just don't announce for all to know who you are or what you do!"[/color][/i]  breathing an exasperated sigh the man hesitantly crossed the street with his dark cloak billowing behind him, Alwen was dressed for travel in a tunic with a plain white shirt and leather breeches.

His finely polished black boots made a dull [i]clack[/i] against the pavement as he crossed the taverns threshold, pushing through the doors with his dark brown eyes darting around the mostly empty room.