Through the doors of the pub, from the chill of the winters night, a solitary man entered. A dark sapphire headband was pulled around his forehead, pushing back a large amount of his navy-blue hair, which was tied in a neat ponytail behind his head. Several locks of his hair still fell down in front of his eyes, however, which sparkled the same near-black as that hair but with faint glints of white, as though it were snowing within those icy pools. The cold gaze cast by these eyes seemed to fit strangely with his lean face, leaving odd, though not hard-on-the-eye features. The rest of his body was covered in some way or another, thick shoulderpads fell down behind his back into a blue cape, and these pads, which offer slight protection to his body, were held together by a brass lining, layed with genuine jade gems. A similar gem was inset into the copper-linked belt which surrounded his midsection, holding his clothing tightly to his body. His clothing consisted of various shades of blue, and covered his entire body to his ankles, where a set of comfortable, quiet leather boots were placed. His shirt arms were tucked into lengthy gloves, reaching almost elbow length. Obviously, he wasnt from around here.
As the man entered, he shifted his gaze around curiously, studying everything visible about the room. In his right hand was a servicable quarterstaff, and behind his belt were some three balanced, throwing daggers, simple enough in design.
His gaze lingered on the axe, inset into a wooden target - he had missed the spectacle of the throwing, and had no idea why a large weapon was pierced there. Either way, he gave a faint shrug to himself and made his way to the bar counter, taking a seat at a spare spot and exhaling loudly. He closed his eyes for comfort whilst he plucked his gloves casually off his hands and tucked them behind his belt.