Thick plate boots step into the bar, a set of five men, two human, an orc, a troll, and a larger human, The Larger of them in a large black hat, tipping it up he moves to the innkeeper, tossng down a hefty sack of gold"A few rooms for me and the lads, And an order of todays special for myself, the lads here are grabbing a few lasses and headed to bed, the extra gold is for occupying your staff.." the thick, deep gilnean accent growls from his lips. The black plated men laugh and clap, each picking a barmaid, or waiting whore and carrying them off to their respective rooms, While their leader laughs and moves to the bar, glancing around at the various stages of rutting in progress a sly grin comes to his lips.<br/><br/>The leather trenchcoat leaves his shoulders, a well tailored shirt and assorted decorations marked him as a wealthy ships captian, his hat follows onto the rack revaling his short but groomed jet black hair, a single streak of grey along the right side. His features were rugged and handsome, the only marks on him at first glance was a Scar over the left side of his lip, and another over his right eyebrow, at his side, soon to join the hung up coat and hat, a well made Orcish katana, Worn handle and sharp blade, as well as a custom made pistol, black and silver wood, with a black steel barrel.<br/><br/>He smirks around at the gatherd people, tossing a smaller sack of gold on the bar"A round for my new friends, those who seem, preoccupied, can get their drinks once you are done, your gunna need it!" he laughs and claps, plomping himseld down in a chair, with plenty of room for company and a good view of the festivities.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>