The man hunched slightly and twisted his frame in order to pass through the doorway. He was on a hunt that had brought him to the tavern doorstep. As he entered, his ears twitched slightly in irritation at the cords being produced from the tavern goers, while his nostrils flared taking in all of the scents that flowed  through the room.  He relied less on his eyes, because appearances could be deceiving.<br/><br/>His appearance was one that told a different story than what might come from his lips.  Thick black hair hung down his face and a full beard picked up where it ended.   A bear hide that looked like it had been ripped right off of its former owner hung about his shoulders and covered the broad frame beneath.  He bore no weapons nor adornments of any kind, and looked as if he had just come from the beggars gate.   It would have been a mistake though to think he was in need of anything, from anyone.<br/><br/>The man quickly moved from the doorway, along the wall, and to a table near the fire. He kept the hide about his shoulders as he slapped some coins onto the table and grumbled, “Drink.”