My Bar

[Z3R0]

Eyes turn to the doorway as the door to the tavern swings open quickly, slamming against the wall. A large figure steps into the doorway, casting shadow on the room and those within it. Pausing slightly to let his eyes adjust to the dim light and quickly survying the room, Z steps through doorway and eyes a table near the hearth.

Long, silver hair flows down his back and broad shoulders in shimmering waves. Strong, sinewy arms rest at his side, thumbs hooked into his black leather belt studded with obsidian gemstones. Deep, blue eyes take in every detail as they swing slowly over the room. Boiled leather armour studded with iron and dyed black encompasses his broad chest. Many curious items are notable along his belt, next to pouches of various size and shape. A long, wide sword has been strapped across his wide back, seeming to pulsate with dark power. An amulet, hangs over his armour in the shape of an eye, glowing faintly.

Stroking his beard thoughtfully, he walks towards Pamela, almost seeming to glide. Taking her hand in his, be bows over it and lightly brushes his lips across it, straighting his impossing form and stepping back to look her in the eyes.

"Ah, but it has been a long time, my love. Good to see a familer place along this long, weary road, even better to see a face I thought I would not see again."

Smiling faintly, Z reaches into a large kitbag and pulls out a delicate, crystal rose and hands it to Pamela.