Roland sat solomly at the bar, his axe resting against the side.  He paid no mind to the two large barbarians trying to prove who was tougher.  Such acts were a waste of energy.  He drained his mead and asked for another one.  Waiting had that effect on him.  When the door opened again and the woman walked in, Roland watched intensely as she moved about the room.  Her grey hair and the few lines in her face did well to hide her identity, but Roland himself was a warrior, he knew that he recongized her before but was unable to place where.  Watching her sit and eat, he debated about going over to talk to her.