Droggle walks into the bar, his weatherbeaten cloak shows the rigors of his journey here from the mountains to the north. His short stubby fingers pull the hood from his head, revealing a somewhat tangled mass of red hair, and a thick beard braided to hang down over his barrel chest.
His eyes roam across all the patrons in the bar, sizing them up, trying to spot who the trouble makers may be, that was just in his nature. As the barmaid greeted him with a smile, he only returned her greeting with grunt, and moved up to the bar as she directed. Making a good first impression on new people was never his strong suit, and he gave up trying long ago.
He spoke briefly with the bartender and ordered mug of ale, not even noting the bartenders scowl as he stated it fell short of what he was accustomed in his home town, it never even occurred to Droggle that this might be an insult.
As he spoke a bit with the bartender, and drank a bit more, his voice became louder and his tongue more free and he even began to laugh once or twice at the bartenders jokes.
"well Joe, I think I may have been to hasty about your brew, it seems to get better with every mug. and if I'm not careful, I might find myself without a copper . By the way, if you know of any jobs that need doing around here, I'd love to hear about them"
(OOC: Droggle is still waiting character approval, I just wanted to post on this forum as an introduction_