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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 5354954" data-attributes="member: 8858">Owen looked up at the doorway for a moment."The Hanged Man, eh?  Well, this is supposed to be the place."Taking a deep breath and trying to quell his growing excitement, he pushes the door open and steps inside.  The change from daylight to the tavern's interior, leaves him framed in the doorway for a moment, as he blinks and waits for his eyes to adjust.  His pause allows everyone a chance to get a good look at him.  He is a young half-orc, tall but still possessed of a slighlty awkward gangliness.  He has a thick mane of brown hair tied off behind his neck, and a smattering of incongruous freckles across his nose.  A simple greatsword hangs across his back, with a single tiger's eye glinting dully in the pommel.[ATTACH]45866[/ATTACH]After a moment, Owen realizes that some of the tavern's occupants are watching him expectantly.  That's right, the sames stories that lead him here said that he was supposed to ...He steps into the room, hesitantly at first, but with growing confidence as he reaches the bar and turns to address the room and bows slightly."Owen Skarlson, at your services.  I have come seeking adventure, and I hear that this is the place where it can come seeking me in turn."</blockquote>