A pale man

Having turned around, Maila almost immediately noted the man who had been looking at her, standing roughly twenty-five feet away from her, near the entrance to a tavern.

He was not a particularly pleasant-looking character: black hair and pale skin, with a thin face dominated by the scar that ran down his right cheek. For clothing the man wore a mix of leather and cloth, both fabrics midnight-black in colour and neither seeming to reflect any light whatsoever. A short cape, under which Maila saw what she believed to be the hilt of a blade, along with a pair of knee-high leather boots, completed his outfit.

While watching her, the man was puffing smoke from the thin, white pipe that hung from his lips, a long trail of the grey mist rising up to be scattered away by the wind.
He had, of course, noted that she had spotted him, and so sent a thin, malicious smile her way, his eyes sparkling with something which Maila thought to be glee.
Instantly feeling uncomfortable by the man’s appearance, Maila couldn’t help but be intrigued by why the man was staring at her. What did he want? Did he somehow know something about her past?

After the first moment of insecurity, Maila instead became angered. Who was this swine to stand there and smile at her like that!? She was not about to let herself be bullied by anyone, especially not a figure as loathsome as he.

Determined to find out who he was and why he was behaving the way he was, and too angered to think further than the present, Maila began to work her way across the marketplace, towards the man.

Seeing that the busty black priestess was coming his way, forcing her way between the market-goers, the pale man’s smile widened somewhat as he turned round and entered the tavern, looking past one last time as he was just about to enter it, his smile seemingly taunting Maila to follow him.

This made Maila pause and think about what was going on. Her rage now somewhat weaker, she doubted strongly the intelligence of barging in after the man.
Then again, she couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he wanted.