Orin strolls in, covered completely, head to toe, in black. A cloak is drawn about so that he's facial features are completely hidden from view. "Has it now?" He asked idly.
Orin laughed. "Indeed I am. I'm the sort of guy who will pocket all the gold before my party members are any the wiser. They never let me in the back, being a Drow doesn't really help with that though."