Russell practically crashed through the dens door then stood there, hand on the handle and panting wearily. His hair and clothes where sodden with filth, blood and twigs. To think his journey was only just starting and that would have to have been the worst landing yet, he could only pray that it was a one off. Taking off his long black traveling coat Russell rung it out and hung it on a hook by the door before placing his belongings beneath it. His shirt clung to his lean and defined body and he swept his hand through his hair brushing out as much debris as possible before casting his crystal blue eyes about the tavern. It was cozy, and admits the vast forest he had been lucky to find it, in fact if it had been day time and the faint lights hadn't been there to shine between the trees he probably would have missed it all together. But these where not thoughts to be dwelling on now.<br/>Casually he approached the bar, careful not to intrude on the couple already there, "Something strong..." He said, "That comes in a big-big tankard" He expressed this with his hands before dropping onto a bar stool and sighing wearily.