"Something on your mind?"

Before you stands an argonian of black scales, his eyes lined with a distinct red outline to them under black feathers that sprout from the top of his skill. He tilts his head at you, a cocky, yet cheeky nature to his posture as he crosses his arms. His voice has a flang to it, and despite the inquiry, he seems to hold no malice toward you as he awaits a response. His stature is one of a capable man with years of experience, one patiently awaiting a response.