The figured landed from nowhere in particular with a resounding thud. First there was a stir, then a groan, a hand coming from a see of black leather to rub the back of what appeared to be the man's neck, though his body was in awfully unique position. Slowly stretching and rubbing the whole way up the man stood to his full height and rocked back on heels of combat boots that seemed to have seen entirely too many miles. The leather jacket moved in it's own life almost completely around the large man. His eyes reeled from the light in the place and a pair of strange sunglasses covered part of his face and he adjusted his hat down on long red locks that knew no order. Slowly he observed the place from one end to the other and if one was observant enough they might just pick up on something hiding in the sea of cow hide. The cloth inner layer that showed was some form of black pants that had entirely too many pockets, a somewhat shinning inner shirt that seemed a touch too tight, thick red belt that seemed almost out of place with the rest of the clothing, and a black button up shirt that was drawn closed and secured as he entered the only building the place had to offer. Approaching the Inn carefully, and knocking on the door, almost simultaneously opening the door and looking in to observe the building and the layout, knowing it now to be an Inn and a slight bit more assurance carried his steps into the place. If there were to be answers to be found, then they would most definitely be found here. "Now where to start..." Question asked to no one in particular. His voice seemed far too aged for his somewhat youthful appearance, though the flame red goatee that grew wildly from his chin did betray a white hair or four.