As the sun sets, the trees surrounding Jastery to cast long shadows across the Shady Corners. A cool breeze picks up the vibrant, recently fallen leaves and sends them dancing across to the gravel. Ozan's boots interrupt the elegant twirling of the leaves. Stones flee from the Ixifar's scuffing boots as he quickly enters the bar.
Instead of his characteristic red robes, Ozan's beak now extends out from a black fur hood, further hiding his blue and green features. Under his armor, tufts of dark bearskin poke out, seeming to line all of his upper torso. His body his covered in bright silver plate, which, as we walks, seems to irritate the Ixifar. He constantly sticks fingers into the gaps to pull it this way and that, adjusting the breastplate, who seems to have been built for someone else. He makes a line for the fireplace, which he immediately throws logs into. He grabs a lamp hanging from the ceiling, and throws the whole thing into the fireplace, coating the logs in oil and instantly setting the entire mess alight. Grabbing a chair, the Ixifar huddles up to the fire, his back to the rest of the building. His greatsword sits across the back of his waist, it's gem capturing light from the other lanterns in the tavern.