The Silver Wolf stood in the doorway of the small tavern, his silver hair and golden eyes standing in stark contrast to the dark, smoke-filled room. The other patrons gave him a wide berth as they eyed him curiously, wondering who this stranger was who had suddenly appeared amongst them. He scanned the room with a keen eye, taking in the various shady characters and making a mental note of all the possible exits and potential dangers.

As he made his way further into the room, the Silver Wolf could feel the weight of the stares and whispers directed his way, but he ignored them, his focus fixed on his goal. He settled into a secluded corner booth, ordering a small meal and a mug of ale from the barmaid who looked at him nervously before hastily retreating.

As he waited for his meal, the Silver Wolf looked out over the busy tavern, his expression stoic and unreadable. He knew that he stood out amongst these rough, rowdy patrons, but he didn't care. He was used to being the outsider, the loner who didn't quite fit in.