He'd been directed to the Hanged Man by others before, but the few times he'd braved it the place had been full and bustling, filled with a rough crowd that had quickly sent the young hunter back out into the evening streets. Today it had caught his attention as he'd been returning from dropping his morning hunt off with the butcher, and he was enjoying the warm winter sunlight as he headed back towards the edge of the city. The sight of the bar gave him pause and he nibbled his lip uncertainly. At least it wasn't likely to be busy at this hour, not yet, and maybe he could try and talk to the owner...?
He pushed his way in through the door, brown skin and green tunic, shaggy black hair and his bow and quiver slung over his shoulders as amber eyes adjusted to the dimmer shadows within. He didn't see anyone behind the bar at the moment, but he did see a vaguely familiar head of red curls that he recognized from the day he'd helped out at the Slagveld, and he made his way towards her tentatively. "Hello?" A quiet greeting, but as he neared and saw her drawing with charcoal and paper his eyes lit up with a flash of deep yearning and he only barely stopped himself from reaching for one of the pencils.
He pushed his way in through the door, brown skin and green tunic, shaggy black hair and his bow and quiver slung over his shoulders as amber eyes adjusted to the dimmer shadows within. He didn't see anyone behind the bar at the moment, but he did see a vaguely familiar head of red curls that he recognized from the day he'd helped out at the Slagveld, and he made his way towards her tentatively. "Hello?" A quiet greeting, but as he neared and saw her drawing with charcoal and paper his eyes lit up with a flash of deep yearning and he only barely stopped himself from reaching for one of the pencils.
