The Baron

Though the New Dawn Festival has ended, the Baron of Foresetidale sits at a secluded table near the bar facing the taverns entrance. The Baron has a mug in front of him and laughs loudly as he slaps the shoulder of the man beside him who shakes his head and appears to sigh.

Though the Baron appears relaxed in his white tunic and pants, the symbol of Foresetidale hanging by his belt on a blue and yellow favor and the sword on his hip with its blue handle serve as reminders to those around him of his station as Baron. His mostly white hair and matching close-shaved beard hide most of the obvious signs of his aging but the laugh lines at the edges of his brown eyes are times' permanent etchings laying claim to a young souls body.

The now scowling man beside him with far less salt in his salt and pepper hair and smoother lines on his face indicate he is a man of similar age though younger of the two. He wears a blue and yellow tunic and black pants with a larger favor on his belt. A splash of ale from the mug he had been raising to his lips as the Baron slapped his shoulder darkens the tunic down its center.

The Baron gives him a smile and speaks a few words that crack the scowl and turn it into a smirk. The two men tap their mugs together and drink, laughing as they slam the mugs back onto the table now empty.