ColdHeart: He stood up from his little table by the fire, the sword strapped to his back. The blade's blue handle had a crest of cross over lapping a raven. The sheath with seven Rubies embedded into it, seemed to glow ominously as those poor souls in the tavern watched spell bound by his pure black eyes. When he drew the dagger and proceeded to cut the throats of those who sat closest to him and take the small amounts of money they had. He left through the main door as he came into the Night his hood was blown back by the wind revealing shining blood red hair.