Entrance

[venhedis]

Another night getting drunk at the Hanged Man tavern, another prowling gang of idiot thugs taught a bloody lesson, another night losing at Diamondback or Wicked Grace with a braggart of a dwarf and a shameless pirate wench...

This is not the Hanged Man.Without a moment's pause, a muted *crack* like far-off thunder makes the stranger's body run

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[venhedis]

The moment the stranger hears the crash of the table he pivots to face the threat, swiftly bringing his broadsword to bear.

He doesn't know what the woman is brandishing, but she holds it like a weapon, so he must be prepared. "Come out and face me, coward!"

[venhedis]

"Lower your weapon," Fenris growls, moving not an inch.

[venhedis]

He's not even listening to her. "Where am I?" he demands. "What fell magic is this? Speak, or I will run you through!"

[venhedis]

He doesn't relax his stance, but he sounds a bit less ferocious when he says, "Lower your weapon and you have my word I will not harm you."

[venhedis]

He raises his chin haughtily and announces, "I keep my word once given."

(...well, mostly...)

He stands upright and, far more quickly than he should be able to, slides his sword into the sheath on his back. Then he takes a deep breath and, with a groan of real pain that throws his arms and head back, the blue glow dissipates, leaving behind swirls of silver that cover his visible skin like painted mercury.

Now that he's not glowing and growling, his features are more easily made out. He is olive-skinned with grey-green eyes and large pointed ears. His hair is pure white but his eyebrows are deep black. He wears a metal breastplate and armor that is mostly made of leather spikes, over skin tight leggings. His feet are bare.

[venhedis]

"I am Fenris," he replies proudly, "and you are welcome." He looks around at his surroundings. "A curious prison. Are you trapped here as well?"

[venhedis]

Fenris's expression darkens again. "My -- when I was younger I was called a little wolf," he says cautiously, "but I do not know what a Norsewolf is." He looks around again. "So this... tavern... lays in wait and abducts people to another realm? For what reason?"

The other people wandering around don't look frightened or starved or maltreated, or anything else Fenris associates with prison and slavery. There certainly are a lot of strange-looking beings here, but that's nothing new where he comes from.

[venhedis]

Fenris looks just a bit -- well, Corazon might call it "freaked out."

"The Maker brought me here, you say?" he asks. "I was told that the Maker has a plan for us all, that there is even a place for... one such as I. I did not believe it. The man who told me so is..." the corner of his mouth turns up in what might almost be a smile, "a pious fool, for all his high status."