Lucian was a relatively good looking man in his mid twenties with pitch black hair that was a little wild while still maintaining the idea of being brushed. His beard was kept in much the same way, while it had the unruly bits here and there it was trimmed and at least had the appearance of an attempt at being groomed. He wore a plain black robe that was clearly meant for travel and utilitarian uses rather than any sort of fashion desire. His parlor was healthy though he did bear the pale tones of a man who spent most of his hours studying and working indoors vs one who was more used to outdoor activities. Probably the most striking thing about the young man would be his pale blue eyes. One glance into those eyes emphasised Lucian's entire demeanor. It was like witnessing the calm before a storm, still and serene, but with the hint of something far more dangerous building behind them.
His pack and most of his gear had been moved up to the room in the Inn, so he had no outward weapons or gear on him as he sat idly in the booth. He stared absently at the fire crackling softly in the hearth, his thoughts clearly focused elsewhere.
His pack and most of his gear had been moved up to the room in the Inn, so he had no outward weapons or gear on him as he sat idly in the booth. He stared absently at the fire crackling softly in the hearth, his thoughts clearly focused elsewhere.
