(I Do hope noone minds me joining in at this moment)
*Anyone who's listening can discern the sound of hooves on cobble, and it appears to diminish and and grow, go this way and that, as if the horse or its rider was searching for something. At last, the horse, a bay (type of horse) charger with leather armoring appears from around one corner, along with its rider.
The rider is cloaked in a light grey cloak, its hood down, revealing the head of someone looking almost human but not quite. His skin has a golden tinge to it, and his ears are flatter on his head than would be normal. His nose does not protrude as much. His pale blonde hair is tied back in a bit of a ponytail.*
At last, people. I was growing even more worried
*He rides up to you, dismounting, and as he turns to face you, you can see he's armored underneath the cloak, sturdy banded mail, and also the hilt of a sword is discernable under the cloak.*
Hail, strangers. Tis good to see a sign of life. I had thought this town deserted, left to the jackals, as they say.