He wanders up to  the  door of  the tavern.  Actually he’s recently suffered some severe events that put his mind in a deep state of memory repression.  Not knowing his own name or even recognizing the body that contains his essence. The body is tall and slender.  Wearing a baggy blue shirt with snaps instead of buttons.  It’s been ripped open in the front reviling a slender but muscular torso.  The right nipple exposed with a pretty deep scratch running through it but nothing serious.<br/><br/>His whole body has small scratches all over it and his reddish blond hair is messed up.  His sky blue eyes are very blood shot like he hasn’t slept for days   He looks maybe 40  50. ?  Who knows; he doesn’t have any idea. He reverted back in his mind to another time and thinks his name might be wale ? Whale ?<br/><br/>Anyway the smell of food brought him in.  Cautious and attentive he ever so slowly opens the door and peeks inside. “ Hello “ ?  He says in a barely audible whisper.  “ is ummm... is anybody ... is somebody in there ? “