He smiles to himself, unfastening his belt and chestplate, placing them on the table and flexing his muscles in the cool air of his home.  He removes his undershirt, his chest a hard mass of muscle- yet airing on the leaner side than you'd expect.  Tossing his shirt aside as he walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge.  "Go ahead.. make yourself at home.. What brings you here anyway.. Miss?  Just here to sample the delights of Ironforge..?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>