A rugged man approaches

You’re quietly sipping your honeyed wine when a tall, rugged stranger slides into the seat across from you without asking. He moves with a silent, and suave confidence.

His appearance is striking: shoulder-length black hair tied back in a loose half-ponytail, and a pair of deep green eyes. He has on a set of well-worn leather armour, over a black shirt, revealing glimpses of battle and muscle. Placing his tankard down, he leans forward slightly, and studys you with those big, green eyes. “Hope I'm not intruding,” he says, voice low and rough, carrying a faint northern accent. “But a grey-skin sitting alone in a place like this tends to draw attention. Figured you might prefer company that can handle trouble.”

He takes a slow drink, then gives you a small, sly smirk. “Name’s Pasi. Or… just call me Green.” His gaze drifts briefly over your face, lingering over your eyes.