A shadow on the wall flickered slightly in the darkest corner of the tavern. 

From years ago and years more on, this entity has come and gone. Eyeing, watching, witnessing and seeing still the events and many conversations playing out within these walls. Since incidents ages past, he's near gotten himself into trouble here many of times. Showing himself had grown to become a problematic event, causation for uncomfortable circumstances. Shadow wielders here, monster slayers there. This tavern has had many a unique visitor that would see him destroyed, claimed, controlled or worse to those around him, empowered for their own ends.

While he's lied unseen these many years, his presence has never truly gone. You could say he haunts this tavern now and has been for a long time, and for the spirit he is it has become almost a second realm to him.

Always slipping just out of view Knutik wisps across the far corner, melded into the shadows unseen as he has been these many years. Nobody could know he was there, or has been here the whole time. His gaze only brief looked upon those conversing within the tavern, before he disappeared once more.