Xavier=Ruin

The din of the boisterous tavern quiets slightly as the double doors swing open to reveil the figure of a young man. He wairs a blue tunic adorned with gold symbols stitched into the shoulders. Over his heart he wairs an orange poppy, stiched in with more golden thread. His trowsers look comfortable but still practical. At his waist hangs a beautifully crafted sleek and strong broad sword. Over his shoulder he carrys a worn leather single strap travel bag. Hanging out of this is what look to be the sleeve of a black cloak, and wrapped around the bag is a worn chainmail hauberk.

The young man sevays the room before spoting you and smilling. We walks towads your table with a strange smooth rolling gate and an air that seems more sutted for a royal cort or battle field, rather than a rowdy tavern.

He slides into a seat acrost from you laying his pack aside. "Hi, im Ruin." he says giving you a warm and cocky smile.