"The Six from Shadow" (IC)

[Eiko]

Leaning against the tavern's outside wall Donovan debated how he felt like showing his face so to speak. Under an all encompassing black cloak and a blank face mask nothing of his features could be seen, he rolled a simple silver band round in his hand; its warmth a stark contrast to the cold and the rain inches from his perch. Who was he to be today.

Smiling to himself he removed the mask, blond stands of hair dangling from his hood as he placed the object into his backpack, resting on the floor. Its cavernous depth devouring the small object. A brief flicker of the torch outside in the wind illuminated a smooth and pale face before he made his decision and re-donned the ring his form shifting and flowing in an instant. Where the cloaked figure had stood now stood a man in fine looking dark clothes, hair a red to match his companions loose cut around a face best described as cute. Green eyes sparkled with warmth as he walked in.

"Debating pay for the man sis'?" He asked Synia "Well I'll leave you to the whole money thing and in the meantime why don't we all have a drink?"