Pasi approaches

You’re quietly sipping your honeyed wine when Pasi finds himself in the seat in front of you. Moving with his signature silent, suave, confidence. And something like familiarity in his eyes.

He's still striking as ever. 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 studies you with those big, green eyes.

“Hope you're willing to have me again,” he says, smiling, with his signature northern accent.