Suddenly the door to the Inn opens. Some of the patrons shiver as the warmth of the building starts to escape through the open door. Fortunately, the new patron is consciences enough to step inside and close it quickly.
He is dressed in a travel stained, dark green cloak, clasped around the throat by round brooch with a white gem in the middle. As he reaches up to pull the hood away from his face, leather bracers can be seen on his arms. He has short, dark brown hair, and deep green eyes. He has a small pack on his back, along with an unstrung shortbow and about 10 arrows. At his side is a long silver sword of fine craftsmanship, in a black sheath. His tunic is dark gray, and he wears a black studded leather vest above it. His trousers are black, and his boots are of black leather, with a silver knife in a sheath on the left boot.
Stepping over and sitting at the bar, he removes his pack and places it beside him. He then waits for the bartender to take his order.
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The Road goes ever on and on...
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