(reposting it here again)<br/><br/>Delgar Isan, a big muscular fighter with a sword strapped across his back, stepped into the dimly lit tavern and looked around slowly. He removed his helmet, revealing short dark hair. His face was that of a middle-aged man, marked with some scars showing he was no stranger to battle. He sat down on a table, his back to the wall and having the door in his field of view, when he waved the serving girl over "Get me some of your best ale, wench"