Ahrick

Ahrick would take a plump seat on a small stool at the bar, eying a shady person walk up to the bar to whisper something in the barkeeps ear before returning to a corner. The roegadyn shrugged it off as he rested his large arms on the table with a small sigh. The barkeep would offer the roegadyn something on the house, following the orders of the man in the corner. Although confused, Ahrick was too tired and even more thirsty to pass up a free drink. "Mead will be fine, thank you!" Ahrick said softly, smiling at the barkeep as he did. With all the chitchat and grim looking characters rummaging the tavern, Ahrick was quick to remain seated at the bar, keeping to himself and being as quiet as possible. The barkeep would return with the roegadyn's drink, in which he would thank the attendant once more, taking a few sips of the drink, still being sure to keep to himself. He didn't want to cause any trouble, especially in a tavern such as this.

Roegadyns, hoooooooo!

The rain fell heavily on the head of a red-hooded roegadyn. He walked slowly through the streets, his body in a slumped fashion as he held a brown sack slung over his shoulder. The color of the bag would be a dark linen brown, thanks to the moistness caused by the rain. As he continued on his way, he would look up to the sky, watching the droplets of water fall from the sky. His head would remain skyward until a rather large drop of rain would plow it's way into his right eye, a quick shot of pain hitting him. The roegadyn would grunt slightly, throwing a cupped hand to his eye to rub it instinctively. His concentration was focused on his wet eye, and as he continued to massage it with a rather large hand, his large foot would begin to overshadow a good sized stone until his sole met it. The roegadyn would let out a sharp bellow as his large structure heaved to the ground with a thud, his brown sack falling directly beside him. Ahrick laid on the wet ground for moments at a time, his head resting in a fine puddle of rain and muck. He would sigh again, raising to his knees and then to his feet, kneeling down to retrieve the large sack and sling it over his right shoulder. A large hand slid down the side of his face, removing the muck and rain water from his mug. The roegadyn would continue down the street until reaching a building, obviously lit and full of life. Ahrick took the one chance he had of waiting out the rain and drying up by entering the tavern. Entering through the doorway, the patrons of the tavern would be able to notice his reddish robe completely drenched as he progressed slightly through the tavern. The roegadyn removed his hood, revealing a slightly moist head covered in short black hair and garnished with a thin dark shadow of beard. Ahrick, taking notice to the bar itself, would dig his hands through the pockets of his robe, pulling them out empty-handed with a sigh. He would then simply stand near the door, gazing among the patrons as he clenched the cuffs of his grabs, ringing them of water. As he spotted a hawk sitting upon a patron's shoulder, he gave a confused yet curious look. He then took sight of a highlander with a look of surprise. They were a rare sight, indeed.