He looked at the Inn from across the road tilting his head. The last agent he had killed told him that his boss, a member of House Tomblador would be here for this gathering... and he was here to find that person... and extract the information he needed.
His favored tribal mate Szienna was one of those taken by that evil merchant and odds were the child in her womb was his. He would not rest til she was returned to his tribe. He glanced about the place, He could see many local folk gathering about as well, just as drawn to this spectacle as he was. He had a small sigil worked into a stone that he was told would grant him entrance to this place. He had believed it then, but now he was not so sure. He kept a close eye on the door to see if anyone entering produced the sigil stone to enter.
He nodded slightly when he accidently caught the eye of a working woman with sun darkened skin and rough hands. It would have been rude to not nod at her slightly. He may have stood out here in the small hamlet. He was tall for an elf, with deeply tanned skin and long dark hair pulled back into a tight long braid. Intwinned in it were some sort of dark feathers. Despite the sun high overhead he wore a drab extra long cloak that covered most of his leather armor. The bow in his hands was obvious, but he wore a couple of weapons on his hips as well.
After nodding to you Laurelin he went back to watching the inn, his hands slowling rubbing a stone with something carved into it.
