Wagneri leans stiffly against the wall, just inside the tavern entrance. Covered in a long, hooded robe, wooden mask, and dirty leather gloves (courtesy of Lyrr's seemingly endless costume supplies), there is nothing to be seen of the proud Knight's regalia. Even his quarterstaff has been wrapped in bark and twine, looking like nothing more than a hefty tree branch.

The eladrin shifts nervously, hoping to appear as just another hired brute keeping the bar patrons from getting too rowdy.