"My name? Call me Lion. I'm no servant, simply someone looking to test there steel." A couple other patrons of the tavern quickly leave after hearing the warrior's name. "My guess is to simply find a merchant and get what you need. Theirs no real harsh weather along the road, so just rain should be the worst." Quickly drinking down the gifted pint, he stood up and grabbed his weapon. The warrior stood easily 6ft tall, his lance matching. "I'm going to retire for the night, I'll be waiting at the eastern gate at first sunrise." With that the walking armor made his way to a room in the back of the tavern, where travelers could stay briefly, locking the door behind him.<br/><br/>The Rogue having finished his counting, sat peering through a book, continuously murmuring to himself.