Stacey
-Sir Hubert "The Bright" Horace- (The Rusty Pail).

Hubert entered the the tavern, walking slowly. Clearly not in any hurry. He wore a long grey cloak over his attire making it difficult to judge his societal status in his clothing. 
He lowered his hood, revealing an old man, with watchful eyes darting across the room. He made his way over to a table near the bar, and sat down.
Dianne
Kiervan Czerich, the rusty pail

The inkeeper said the rooms were not ready. "You'll have to wait," He explained.

And, so after informing Sir Bryan of the situation, he went on to sit at one of the tables.

Even at this hour, none were empty. Perhaps it was to be expected: just as most animal predators wait until the sun sets, so do human predators come out at night.

He sat in front of an old man. At first glance he looked less dangerous than the rest. Only too late did he remembered to beware an old man in a profession were people usually die young.
Stacey
-Sir Hubert "The Bright" Horace- (The Rusty Pail).

It took a moment until Hubert noticed the fellow sitting across from him, Hubert appeared to be in deep thought, and it took him a moment to snap back.

"Its cold tonight, isn't it?"

Hubert took his gloves off, and rubbed his cold hands together.
Now that his gloves were off, there were was a clearly visible signet ring, the markings were un-identifiable, but the ring itself was bright blue.

"Excuse my manners, how are you?"