Ashlan would stand at 6'2, his powerful frame is covered in black robes. They hang losely upon him, his hands covered by the cloth, concealing the golden wedding band adorned with celtic knotting. The hooding of his robes drooped upon his head far enough down to hide his features, the raven black hair would move gently against him from under the robes. Perhaps upon glancing towards some of the patrons, they might see for a brief moment the crystal looking violet eyes, a sence of malice lingering upon those who stare too long. A single gold pendant would swing about his neck gently as he made movement. It would indeed seem to be his family's crest. Laid between his shoulder blades would be a bastard sword, the hilt rising up to form the head of a serpent, it was made of what looked like onyx.
