Obsedian Twilight

he walked into the inn having lost his shirt while battling a harpy claw marks ran along his right petoral. his hair loose falling to his hips in flaming ginger waves his cyrulian blue eyes alight with adrenaline. his shadow tattoo's moving along his skin. he ploped down at a table in the corner putting his glave down. He looked around his eyes stopping on the inn's servant motionning them over