The door to the inn swung wide with a creak and groan. The night was still and quiet but there was a thick air of tension around. In the doorway stood a tall figure covered completely in a deep brown cloak. From the floor to the tip of the hood was nearly six and a half feet. With sure steps the figure entered the inn and slammed the door behind him. Each step caused the cloak to swirl around the man like a wind was whipping around under it. Something seemed to be pushing the figure to keep moving, even if the steps were strained and short.
The figure took a seat at the bar next to Aleron without bothering to remove his cloak. His head was down and his arms rested heavily on the bar. In a quick movement a hand shot from the cloak and grabbed the glass of whiskey from Aleron and pulled it up to his hidden face. The brown liquid disappeared quickly into the shadows and the glass was placed on the bar with no sound whatsoever.
"Sorry Aleron. I guess that I owe you another drink." the man under the cloak laughed lightly as the opening turned towards the short woman.
With a quick movement of a sleeve and a jerk of a neck the hood was pushed back. A mane of midnight black hair encased a face that seemed weathered beyond its years. The tanned features were sharp and were accented with a thin black beard. A single scar ran from the forehead over the right eye to the middle of his cheek. His eyes showed the injury just as much as the scar, in which the right was a pale blue and the left was a bright green. A rugged smile graced his face and from the wrinkles it seemed that he hadn't smiled in some time.
"I'm very glad to see a familiar face. I guess that I haven't even been indoors in some time as it is."
OOC- Incase it wasn't clear, I'm taking the role of the 'friend'. Hope that's cool. In case you were looking for a name, I think I'll go with Gideon.
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