A average height silver haired human pushes through the door and strides up to the bar, dropping his pack right next to a chair. "Water please, sir barkeep. With a bowl of your best stew, and a good chuck of bread."
He glances around at the other patrons, nodding at any others at the counter (smiling at the ladies). At first glance he seemed old because of the silver hair, but then the fact of an unlined face makes the viewer realize that he isn't that old. "So, what do you people in here do for fun? There are no cards or dice games going on, surely everyone's not just drinking themselves to death?"