Andric

*The wanted elf sits at the corner of the tavern, his hair and ears hidden away in his purple robes. He is making small talk with the locals of his temporary location before he has to jump town. He laughs and raises a mug with the usuals before he spots you alone at your table. His brown eyes holding mischief as he slides into the seat across from them.* "And who might you be, little wallflower?"