Head low, eyes hidden underneath the large hat, Taliesin made a strong point of hiding his own identity as he arrived in Ravengro. The gesture only stirred the villagers’ curiosity even more. He didn’t care. In fact, he was used to it. Always traveling, no place could hold his attention for long, forcing him into the constant position of a strange. In a way, he enjoyed it. He’d sell his words for the best tales around, eat and drink with abandonment, bend the lyre at his own pleasure, save a few faces for the record. He saw the world as a succession of stories and smiles, and he felt all the richer for it.
As the slender male goes for the door, he decides to let the hat go – at least for a second. One might think it was out of respect. Far from it, he wished an unimpeded scrutiny of anyone he’d meet on the other side of the door.
He greets Kendra with few words. “Taliesin. My sympathies.” – he lets his expression do the talking, as usual, all the while his eyes hunt for her own reactions. The bows his head lightly to the other guests, studying them intently as well.