[i]A young man enters the shop: his medium-length silver hair is plastered to his forehead, his black leather jacket bearing no hood. Baggy black jeans cover his legs, moist from the rain, and a white tunic underneath the coat. It was speckled with red near his left shoulder, but he quickly readjusted his jacket to cover it up. His gaze turned to the store clerk, and he sighs with relief at the lack of one. Pulling a collapsible compound bow from his pack, he whips it open, inspecting it over himself, cleaning it absentmindedly. He seemed to have no intention of buying things, and didn't take visible notice to your presence.[/i]