Kavir: Tavern Friends

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Belvin reclines softly against the wall of the tavern, in the corner farthest from the entrance. A half-elf of average height, build, and age; his blonde hair just grazes his shoulders. No one pays much attention to such a common sight, which is well enough for Belvin. Weary from his travels across Kavir - and the demands researching Dragons and Giants places on one's body - he has no interest in small talk or revelries this night.

Raising his tankard to his lips, he takes a long, slow swig of something he was promised had alcohol in it; his Hazel eyes dance from one patron to the next entertained by their antics. A bit of the liquid gets in his right eye as he lowers his cup. Being right-handed, and having no where to set the cup, he slowly drops his head into the bent crook of his right, slanted arm whilst raising his left arm in a parallel direction but out straight; both pointed to the side and at an upward angle.

"Just have to dab it a bit when that happens." he says to himself, chuckling quietly.