Clattering can be heard from outside the Hanged Hob, the sound of a heavily armored shifter rings loudly as Kamotz approaches the inn. A wicked grin lights the face of the shifter as he comes within viewing distance of the windows, and the ringing armor is more clearly defined as a flail connecting repeatedly with a heavy shield.
Kamotz swings his triple headed flail, occasionally bashing dents into his new shield. As he moves and swings, the chains wrap the air like a whip, and the heads fall like meteors on his shield.
As the shifter enters the Hanged Hobgoblin, he clangs the flail to the shield one last time, KAMOTZ! shouts the shifter, as if competing with his noise maker.
After glancing the room over, the wolf like man strides to the bar, and begins adjusting to sit. First the shield comes off, then back on, Kamotz spins, trying to place the shield on his back. Failing to rest the shield properly, but succeeding in knocking over several stools, Kamotz growls. After what seems like several minutes of fumbling, the shifter finally sits at the bar.
Where can I find dead men walking, or walking dead men? asks the armored holy warrior. The bartender barely looks up from cleaning glasses, and indicates the board.
Kamotz drags himself back out of the seat, and makes his way to signing the recruitment sheet. Upon completion he returns to his chair for another round of tail chasing, and clumsiness, as he attempts taking a seat.
Sorry about the ruckus, I'll get used to the armor soon.