Lirankeh Warjewel's Story

Lirankeh Warjewel pushed in the door with an ebon gleaming hand, though he did not carry a staff, nor did he open his eyes upon stepping into the bar, they remained closed to the point that he stepped to a gnarled wooden table, and took a seat, his white mane of hair flowing behind his back as he set a shining golden piece upon the wooded surface, his seat creaking with displeasure as he manuvered himself into it, one would think he would have looked about the room, but it was unnessecary for him, his hearing attuned he simply contented himself to listen to the voices within the establishment-

Lirankeh Warjewel looked over to the woman speaking of her need of a healer, he had raised his hand palm upwards emitting an ocher glow from his palm, as if displaying his abilities. but what was this? there seemed to be a grin on his face as his head remained downward not showing his still closed eyes, he had not heard the tinkling of blades, but he very well did hear the quaver in her voice.