A cloaked man walks into the room, clad in shabby skins and boiled leather. As he pulls down his hood, he reveals a plain face, with blond shaggy hair and a beard that's not been trimmed for too long. With heavy bags under his pale green eyes, he appears unaware of his surroundings and mutters something silently to himself as he approaches the counter. "Oh.. fair evening, Sir." he greets the big bellied bartender, "Some ale would serve me well, aye, a nice mug of ale." The man removes a silver coin from his pocket and places it before him. "Strongest one you've got, if you'd be so kind."