It had admittedly been some time since Trisbaine had been to Divinity's Reach... and for good reason. Every time he had come to the human capitol, drama had followed. Once he had to relay a story to the Seraph about a charr running away. Another time? Use his elemental magic to freeze poison flowing in someone's veins. There had even been a time when he had ended up running from the Seraph and climbing a wall along with his big brother Vailynt. To be fair, though, he had been rather drunk. Alright, that drama he had brought upon himself! Still, the Reach had a terrible track record for him.
He sighed out, considering this as he looked over the streets. But, his wife loves this place. Vilathara absolutely loved this place, and he was here to get some of the tea she adored from that shop in Ossan. A nice surprise for her when she came home, yes! He had braved far worse places after all. Sylvari sometimes came here still after all. Well, rarely. But, if things got dicey he had his magic and he had his guild com. Besides, surely today he looked presentable!
He had been sure to wear his best attire for this trip, a fine silk ensemble in his trademark colors of red, black, and white. A gauntlet rested on his right arm, and most of his vibrant red skin was covered. In places it still showed, The upper part of his arm was laced with white scarring, barely visible below his sleeve. There were dagger scars on his face, an asura hand-pint along his jaw, and an electrical burn about his neck. But perhaps what was most striking were his eyes: a bright white that were nearly unmistakable. Trisbaine was a hard figure to miss with his height at six feet three as well, a rare sight amongst his kind. And his fronds well, they were quite white and near blinding with their glow. Though, thankfully, he had a hat to hide those.
Still, the eyes were unmistakable to any who had ever met him.
Now, where was that tea shop again? He had been here once before! So many people here, how did anyone find their way about?