Theirin

*The men at the table grumble and complain, but they don't argue. They know better than to cross a knight of the king. One of the men, a short, stocky fellow with a thick beard, speaks up* "We'll keep your winnings for you, Martin."

"lucky you, Jake." *'Martin' says before downing the rest of his drink and turning to go with you.*

*Theirin nods to the men at the table, his expression unreadable. He turns to the prince, his voice low and authoritative* "Let's go."

*The night is young and the kingdom is a full bustle during it’s night life, Theirin is at the tavern alone in the back corner booth, he sits there drinking watching people come in, though he isn’t on duty his instincts still examines his surroundings*

*the tavern door swings open and a woman walks in. she's not young, she's not old, she is mature. She's also dressed in skin-tight, black, leather armor. and strapped to the out sides of her thighs are a pair of short blades. She pauses beat the door, letting her honey brown eyes adjust to the low light. she's tall with dark brown braided hair, fair but tanned skin, and rose pink lips*

*Theirin is intrigued by this woman, he takes notice of her beauty, but also how she looks like she could be a threat. He watches her, taking in her details*