Hunter sniffed the foul-smelling brew in his mug. Seemed to be what everyone else drank at 'The Quicksand', so he figured he might as well blend in. Not that he needed to blend in, he wasn't up to anything extraordinary or unusual. Raised by Hyur, Hunter Russ was fantastic at blending in. Loud and good-natured like his adopted brother Orin, but Hunter liked to think much, much more handsome, with a playful mischievous smirk, high cheekbones, and a provoking, friendly gaze. If a bit shorter, which was to be expected, given Orin was a Highlander. His androgynous good looks and happy demeanor wasn't the reason he was trying to lay low; some people seemed to take offense to the mere presence of Miqo'te these days. Taking a sip and quietly growling and huffing to himself about the taste, he made a sour face and turned around, ears perked, violet eyes scanning the bar for any eye contact, interested onlookers, possible friends, possible contracts for a new job or a new group to go on epic adventures (and nearly get his ears cut off) with...he didn't come to these places not looking for some sort of mischief to get into, after all. Turning his head to go and look over his shoulder, seeing that the bartenders back was turned, Hunter swiftly and quietly hopped off his stool and blended into a crowd, searching for someone to intrude on or perhaps, something or someone to grab his attention! He was new to places like this, about as new as it was humanly possible to be, in fact, and had friends to make. Or at least a try to find a good story or two to eavesdrop on.
