Jorildyn Krystal
Prince of the Krystal kingom
The elf placed a hand on the hilt of his sword as he watched the wolf leap through the window, slightly shaking his head while running his free hand through his snow white hair. He stepped back inside to close the door behind him, making his way over to the window to close it. He then proceeded to the bar to sit down in the middle. Jorildyn was dressed in his usual battle armor, sword, two elvish daggers strapped to his lower back. He had left the cloak at the camp, being tired of worrying about the one's hunted him. He would make it easier for them, but that would not make their task any easier. He took his hand off of the hilt of his sword, placing both of his white marked arms on the counter as he patiently waited for some service.