If this person is at all bothered by the anxious look they're being given, they don't show it. If anything, being stared at only makes them more curious about the person doing the staring.
"This is Phalanx," Robin introduces them with a casual, sweeping gesture, "I've only just met him myself."
The man looks back and forth between the two of them, half his mouth curling into a smirk--or perhaps a smile, as it is a little hard to tell the intent behind his expression while half of his face is not emoting at all.
"It's nice to meet you, Phalanx," the stranger says, playfully, finally settling his attention on the pale figure again, "What brings both of you to the Argent Stone?"
Both of the man's eyes are technically brown, but the one on the strange side of his face has a strange pale blotch over part of his iris; it looks almost like a bleach stain. His ear is subtly wrong-shaped as well on that side, with his hair cut much closer to the scalp. Whatever happened to him is scarred into the entire left side of his face in ways that are hard to quantify or immediately parse, partly because of many years of healing, and partly from a significant amount of makeup.
Robin, not quite ready to let Phalanx talk yet, gets in a few words right after the shopkeeper asks his question-- "They talk like they've got a touch of night sickness, so don't be surprised if they start picking up things that aren't theirs."
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"This is Phalanx," Robin introduces them with a casual, sweeping gesture, "I've only just met him myself."
The man looks back and forth between the two of them, half his mouth curling into a smirk--or perhaps a smile, as it is a little hard to tell the intent behind his expression while half of his face is not emoting at all.
"It's nice to meet you, Phalanx," the stranger says, playfully, finally settling his attention on the pale figure again, "What brings both of you to the Argent Stone?"
Both of the man's eyes are technically brown, but the one on the strange side of his face has a strange pale blotch over part of his iris; it looks almost like a bleach stain. His ear is subtly wrong-shaped as well on that side, with his hair cut much closer to the scalp. Whatever happened to him is scarred into the entire left side of his face in ways that are hard to quantify or immediately parse, partly because of many years of healing, and partly from a significant amount of makeup.
Robin, not quite ready to let Phalanx talk yet, gets in a few words right after the shopkeeper asks his question-- "They talk like they've got a touch of night sickness, so don't be surprised if they start picking up things that aren't theirs."