A distant rumble of thunder preceeds the door opening, the smell of rain in the air lightly wafts in as the the creaking of the inn door announces an arrival from the streets of Orussuis.
A tall man enters, his clothing and armor showing recent signs of battle, any traces of wounds gone from the still dripping rain water from his cloak and such. various weapons and a light steel shield slung upon his back are carefully manuvered as he enters and politly closses the door as another distant rumble of thunder sounds.
"gooentaag, Mein Hers und fraus." His voice sounds a bit on the tired side, " I am Pendrake, Son uf Uther. I am noord lunder, " then with a huge grin, "und thirsty from battle!" he then approaches the bar and gives a heel klicking bow to Joe, " und stein uf dwarven stout, bita, Yosef."
He takes the drink once proffered and finds a corner table and drinks in silence.