Belariath

Maxsimius was a large, broad, dark man. This morning he wore only deerskin. The slightly scarred and pock-marked face smiled as he placed his order for eggs and milk. He was not used to the inn or it's inhabitants, but he looked forward to calling it home. It was his first morning spent in the inn, his eyes ran the room as he waited for his breakfast order.

Jambiyala was watching him...she looked towards the man as he sat patiently and waited to get breakfast. He looked like he had been in a battle of some sort, with scares on his face. He was probably a knight, and a handsome one at that... she looked back down at her mug smiled.

she was nervous... her bushy tail was twitching, and her dark cat-like eyes kept darting from him to her coffee and vice versa. Secretly she hoped he would notice her soon...