Into the Inn walks a tall, handsome man with wet blond hair, blue eyes, and a distinctive handlebar moustache that appears to be meticulously groomed. He wears a set of flashy, perhaps even gaudy, clothes usually reserved for entertainers. His deep blue cloak, leather gloves, and headband seem a motley makeup, but he wears them all strangely well. He walks in the taproom, shakes out his hair and cloak as a dog might, and gives the room a broad smile.
"Strewth! It's wetter than a she-dragon in heat out there! What's a gentleman have to do to get some nice hot tea in this city?"