[3.5] Magnus Ereuba

[Koretsu]

A short man sits at a table near where the others congregate, as he has done since before you first arrived. His plain dress fits well with his surroundings. Rough leather boots, simple dark pants and a once-white tunic all mark him as a commoner. Across his shoulders and draped over the back of his chair is a weather-stained and faded green cloak, a long mantle of wool and cotton. He leans forward in his chair, motionless with his eyes closed and the brow of his head touching his folded hands. From behind them, a short, trimmed brown bead lines the man's jaw, the same color as the shoulder-length hair tied back behind his head. The flecks of gray in his beard and hair make plain that his youth is well in this man's past. All in all, the man scarcely merited your notice before now. He was not with you when you met the Archbishop, though the man has up until now not given any sign that he was anything more than another patron of the Blue Tavern.

He opens his eyes as the others converse amongst themselves and after a few moments speaks to them. Despite his calmly even voice, something about this man rubs you the wrong way, and his words seem to come paired with the sensation of the hairs on your neck standing up. "Hired? For what purpose, I wonder? A strange group to be hired to sit in a tavern, by the look of things. And by the Cathedral, no less. Tell me, what is of such interest to the Cathedral that they would hire so many to come here and talk of spell and steel?"