Serene Wind
A bald, well-tanned young man silently enters the tavern. He wears nothing but a sort of soaking wet sleeveless monk outfit, he's even barefoot, and he just looks like he has been running in the rain for hours, but, from the satisfied look upon his friendly face, you'd say he enjoyed that.
He stays for a moment dripping in the doorway, then he approaches the bar and bend his back in an unusual sort of bow in front of Joe.
"Good morning, master Smith. My master Sure-footed Elk fondly remembers your hospitality last time he visited here, and asked me to bring you these herbs."
He hands Joe a bag of aromatic herbs and mushrooms picked on the mountains near the Roaring Waters Monastery, then he notices the sign above Joe, and with an embarassed look upon his face he turns around to the people waiting for his introduction.
"Ehm... good morning... My name is Serene Wind, and I'm traveling to learn, lending my services where are needed... ehm... don't you happen to know someone who could need my help?"
He bows again in the general direction of the people in the inn, with a doubtful expression, as if wondering if he said the right thing.