There would soon be another person within the very same tavern, even though he stood only four feet and ten inches tall he was big for a dwarf. It was easy for most to tell he was something special however, one could almost visibly see the aura of light shining around him. He was, after all, the one and only....Saint Codin. The Dwarven warrior was confident in step, any true son of Kord was! Guided steps took him towards the counter, if his height gave him any trouble in mounting the stool he gave no sign as he gracefully leapt onto the chair.<br/><br/>"Barkeep! I would have ale and food, if it is served." A Champion of Kord often built up quite the hunger, wrestling multiple bears at once while drinking from a keg was thirsty business. It was a most pleasant place,<em>The Pelican's Down</em>, Codin could see himself spending many hours laughing and drinking there if he so had the right company.