The man named Arthas sat in a corner smoking his pipe, away from most of the other guests.
Arthas, or Orcsbane as he was caled in the army of Rohan, apeared to be around his late 30's, he had red hair with streaks of gold in it. his eyes were a greenish color, and had seen many of his comrades die in battle.
his face was stern, and had not laughed for many months.
Arthas then moved torward the group that had gathered by the front of the common room, and introduced himself "greatings, my name is Arthas, i come from Rohan, and am seek of some company, i have been alone for many weeks now, since my regiment in the army got slaughtered by some renegades. "
"barkeep, may I have an Ale here"
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