"Thank ye, lass. Much 'preciated. Wot smells so good? Drew me 'ere from o'er a mile, it did." The man walks in with a wide smile on his face, tipping his hat to the girl who let him in. He rests the walking stick up against the umbrella rack near the entrance of the inn, removing his hat and coat afterwards to hang up on the coat rack.<br/><br/>He turns and bows slightly to the girl, looking around him afterwards. "I do hope there'll be food left o'er? I be hungrier than a vegetarian lion." He rubs his stomach and smirks at her, his teeth surprisingly white compared the rest of his dirty, dingy body.