OOC- I don't think i could pull off dming from work though- no books and all . so i will just get in line...
The clouds that have been gathering the last few days finally release their rage- as a downpour begins, the door to the inn again opens, letting in a damp breeze, the sound of pouring rain and a road weary, sloppy wet dwarf. Removing his wet hat and over coat, he steps up to the bar. Blasted rain! How do you Northmen deal with the constant damp? He looks around at the motley band of adventurers who have gathered to tell tall tales and wait impatiently for work. Hmmmmph- the place is crawling with adventurers. What are you doing to keep them coming? Drugs? Women? The bartender frowns- "You gunna order something? or keep yakking?"
Sorry, the foul weather of this place has had an effect on my mood. I will have a glass of juice or milkBarring that though, I will drink water. also, I will have a piece of cheese and some bread. My name is Hasin Ashwind, and like all of these other lost souls, I am looking to make my fortune with bloodshed
Hasin seems to constantly pull at an amulet he wears around his neck- upon closer inspection it looks like a thick fingerbone. His equipment looks worn but well maintained- his clothing is sunbleached verious shades of tan. The dwarf wears his beard short and neatly trimmed, dark brown over his swarthy skin. His leathery complexion reveals a life spent in the desert.
You better get my mule some food and i hope you have a room available for me- it isn't polite to eat while armed.
Taking a key from the innkeeper, he unslings a worn shield- that even it's new coat of paint can't make presentable, and gathering his packs heads upstairs.
an hour passes. After a warm bath and a change of clothes Hasin looks like a new man, the only identifying item- is his gruesome necklace.
Looking around the common room- he heads for a large group of people and awaits a courier to bring his adventuring lisence.