Book One, Chapter One, Post Six

Three travelers enter the hall, their clothing bearing obvious signs of long wear. They move to greet the Lord and Lady. The first traveler, a human male of medium build with a small owl perched on his shoulder, introduces each of them in turn.  He names himself as Quiberron Libran, scholar at large, then motions to the first of his companions—a sleek, raven like humanoid with onyx eyes and spectacles perched on a beak beneath a battered grey hat—calling him Rallaak. Behind them, a large figure (easily seven-feet-tall if he were to straighten fully) is then introduced as Tyrects. Scales and armor are just barely visible beneath his long, weather-worn cloak.

After the necessary handshakes, the trio makes their way to a corner of the room where they can stop and watch the crowd.  They look uncomfortable, as if they’re not entirely sure they want to be there. And it is at this moment that Tyrects--noticing the strange mixed company scattered about the dining hall--pulls back his hood revealing the crocodilian head with yellow eyes and a smattering of scars long healed. Close to immediately, almost the whole room falls silent, save for the music, and it takes a moment for the conversation to pick back up. The High Lord is well distracted from the next entering guest, and his wife lets out a small, audible gasp. High Lord Fennix clears his throat, and the music grows louder.

Soon enough, Tyrects is forgotten by most... or at least politely ignored.