With a creak and a billow of dust...

[Ace]

the tavern door opens, and in strides a tall skinny elf with ears so long they almost stick out past his shoulders. He wears a thin black vest trimmed in burgundy, and dark pants over heavy boots. Everything he wears has a thin coat of spiderwebs over it, and black ink stains his fingers. Notes are scrawled across his arms. Around his neck hangs a long, sharp tooth, possibly a drake's tooth. In his hands are rolls of scroll parchment,  a couple books, and a long black quill. He strides into the kitchen, fumbling the parchment as he goes. A few minutes later, he exits the kitchen with a plate of food balanced on one of the books, along with a pewter chalice carefully balanced. He sits carefully, and begins to read, write, and eat all at once, mumbling strange words the whole time.

[Ace]

Finishing his meal, he gets up, walks into the kitchen, and returns with more food. Walking back out of the kitchen, with plate of food, he is nearly blown over by a sarr cub with something attached to its tail

[Ace]

Finishing his meal (again), the elf gathers his papers, pockets his books, dons his armour, and heads fot the tavern door, unless stopped.

[Lizz]

Briandis the Hobbling says "Hi!" to Syl as she passes.  She is entering just as he is leaving.

But before she can say much else to her friend, her rather short attention span is caught by the man with the flamboyant hat and strange accent, who is raving about bizarre things happening in Docksides.