a man in tattered rags that once must have resembled a brown cloak of moderate thickness entered the tavern  he hair and beard where long, black with hairs of gray poking through,  and knotted with dirt his stench was rather foul but not particularly strong.he was also large his near 7 foot frame was leaning on to a long twisted staff  that was almost as long as him self and knotted at its peak.   his long body was thick as well and it was surly puzzling why a man of such size seemed to labor in his motion. the obviously weary traveler pushed back the hood of his cloak and tossed his dirty head back revealing a scarred face with inset blue eyes that where unusual in their icy color,. taking an further ragged and slightly unbalanced step forward he bellowed in a throaty yell,<br/><br/>" Where can a man get a decent drink in this province"<br/><br/>The barkeep  smelled of his breathe from where he stood be hind the bar which was only a few meters away  and spoke<br/><br/>" we will have no trouble here stranger i think you best sleep before ye imbibe further, now be gone before your stench scares away my good paying customers."<br/><br/>the stranger s fist tightened on his staff but he did not say a word and instead left he tavern in a storm walking out of the building in such a rush that he nearly ran over  a woman { pixie } was he headed back into the woods for the night<br/><br/>" beg you pardon mam"<br/><br/>was what the scamp said to the woman as he nearly collided with her.