"You need not bind me Animas, I mean no harm. You've been too busy with your own things I suppose to notice, but that Inn you decided to broadcast your messege of adventure in was not empty."

Now that he can be seen by the light of the fire, It is apparent the sun does not meet his skin often. It is pale and gaunt around his face, which is framed by long red hair, tucked away beneath his robes. He would actually not be displeasurable to the eye if only he would endulge his biological desire to ingest sustinance. But the thing that catches Yyrees breath is his eyes; no human should have eyes of such a shade of purple, a purple generally reserved for royalty. A sneer gracees his face and you can almost see the cynicism he harbors for all things mundane reflected in those eyes.

He ignores your visible shock, "I figured you extended the offer to all who could hear, and I was going in the same direction so I thought you would. enjoy my company.

(OOC) I make heavy use of vocal accentts, pitch, and sarcasm to portray thoughts and insight of my character, and since you can't hear me, when I use italics I put stress or pause on those words or phrases. Also in this case its his attempt at dry humor.