Enzeru had a good bit of money saved, his normal lifestyle before the collapse of Mist being quite spartan and allowing him to put money away for times of need. Still, he didn't keep it by spending it like it was burning a hole in his pocket. While he likely could afford a dinner in the Crown district, he felt that something more down to earth would be better. After all, this wasn't supposed to be a date so much as compensation for a tour. And even if it were, first dates in somewhere that high class struck him as somewhat gaudy.
He stands outside of a decent little place that someone told him wasn't too cheap or expensive, and had excellent service. A quick scope of the place confirmed what he was told, people went in, they smiled and ate, they came out grinning and full. He didn't see too many complainers, and those who did was looked upon disdainfully by the others. Somewhere that had loyal customers, then. He looks around the street for a moment, one hand absently rising to run the back of his head as he smiles and waits.
His outfit was not much different than before. A blue tunic with darker blue trim, tan pants and his boots. In truth he didn't own much beyond that as far as clothing went, but this outfit was clean, and well taken care of. His hair was combed back from his forehead, a look that he thought fit him well. Thankfully he had presence of mind not to bring his bow in the open, but in his many pockets one might find something hidden away.
His crystal blue eyes scan the street around him, wondering if she would show. It wouldn't be the first time someone stood him up if she didn't, and while she struck him as an honest woman he knew also that she was on the edge of exhaustion earlier. He looks down to the street and takes a deep breath, then straightens his stance and smiles, waiting.
He stands outside of a decent little place that someone told him wasn't too cheap or expensive, and had excellent service. A quick scope of the place confirmed what he was told, people went in, they smiled and ate, they came out grinning and full. He didn't see too many complainers, and those who did was looked upon disdainfully by the others. Somewhere that had loyal customers, then. He looks around the street for a moment, one hand absently rising to run the back of his head as he smiles and waits.
His outfit was not much different than before. A blue tunic with darker blue trim, tan pants and his boots. In truth he didn't own much beyond that as far as clothing went, but this outfit was clean, and well taken care of. His hair was combed back from his forehead, a look that he thought fit him well. Thankfully he had presence of mind not to bring his bow in the open, but in his many pockets one might find something hidden away.
His crystal blue eyes scan the street around him, wondering if she would show. It wouldn't be the first time someone stood him up if she didn't, and while she struck him as an honest woman he knew also that she was on the edge of exhaustion earlier. He looks down to the street and takes a deep breath, then straightens his stance and smiles, waiting.