Wearing thick leather armour, with a hooded cape drooping down to his ankles, he looked like a shady and dangerous character. With a small mace attatched to the right of his hip, he was well equipped for a fight. With a sort of angry but giving personality, he would never seem happy about doing something, but when he does the task, he would be great at it. Nobody would ever question him on this though.
Strutting up to the table equipped with a mug of rum, Eridan strided throughout the crowd in the tavern to finally reach the N Five table.
"Hello thar, I be lookin' fer work aboard a ship, I`ve sailed me whole life. Been at sea fer as long as I can reckon, up until th' last wee moons when me old crew separated. I be a good swashbuckler, but also a great deck-hand, I can also cook, if needed."
He offers a smile toward Rosavelle after offering his greeting.