Kalim

"That will be all for now, thank you..." As the waitress leaves his table, Kalim peers into his cup and lets the aroma get to him. With a fond sigh, he takes a drink as he lets the chatter of the teahouse sets the mood.

He sat alone at a table off to the side. A quick look would have marked him as tired and unassuming, at least until the short blade on his side was made out from under his fading, black overshirt. His face had a sort of well-traveled, but given the state of his hair, which was held back and fell in a single low ponytail with no attempt at order, and general worn nature of his clothing and pack, this was probably done through more economical means.

The night had been long and unfruitful. Either he was off his game or or the Heart didn't care for a place like Jasmine Dawn. Regardless, he was here now so he might as well enjoy it. Some habits become innate though. As he continues with his drink, he appraises the situation. It never hurts to be on your guard anyway.

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He'll take ten on a Sense Motive Check to get a hunch of the crowd. Should result in 20.