Candlekeep Inn
With a light step and an easy smile Malus stepped through the doorway of the Candlekeep Inn, eyes sweeping through the crowded tables until his eyes settled on the found family he had come to know so well all these years. Behind him he noticed Niall and gave him a friendly nod, pausing until he could clap him on the shoulder.
“Seems the gangs all here, already. Fashionably late we are,” he spoke with a somewhat deep voice, before setting off to the table. The magic-user was dressed in an array of bright clothing, a crimson shirt- half unbuttoned by design-, multi-hued scarf loosely wrapped about his neck, a thick blue kilt and bright yellow wool socks with tough brown leather boots completed his ensemble. In his hand, as always, was clutched his gnarled wooden staff he used as a walking stick.
Arriving at said table he gave everyone a hearty, “Good day,” before sliding over a chair not being used and looked among his friends, “So what’s today’s events like?”