The sun was already setting when the doors to the Busty Wench Tavern opened.  A cold chill swept through the bar as the wind whipped in from the outside.  And in the brief moment that it remained open, it admitted a new patron that was covered in a thick fur cloak.  A pair of glowing green eyes observed the nearly empty tavern from within a deep hood that masked the rest of his face.  Apparently satisfied with what he saw, the massive figure moved further into the tavern and finally removed the thick cloak in order to hang it on one of the many hooks that were available.  And by doing so, he gave the three patrons and the barmaid their first real look at the stranger that had made his way into their midst and he was nothing like anything that most of them had even seen before.<br/><br/>He stood seven feet tall and was clad neck to foot in what appeared to be some form of black plate mail.  What little skin that they could see what red and seemed to be rather like leather in appearance.  His eyes swept the bar once again and whether by trick of the light from the fireplace or by nature, they glowed gently.  Picking a small table in the corner of the tavern that was poorly lit and allowed him to see everything going on in the tavern, he sat down with his back to the wall.  After settling in, he looked over at the barmaid and gestured for her to come over with large red hands and fingers that were tipped with claws.