The door opens and a young man walks though it. His longish light brown hair has been loosely tied at the base of his neck and he hasn't shaved in a couple of days. His clothing is dusty from time on the road, but in good repair. The blackened mail shirt and various weapons on his belt mark him as a warrior. He's carring a pack in one hand, there's a oval shield with three wicked looking spikes on one rim (the center spike longer then the tweo flanking it.) strapped to the pack, as well as a light crossbow and a box of crossbow bolts. Once he gets over to the bar he drops the pack on the floor and opens his cloak, giving everyone a better look at the weapons on his belt: A short sword styled like a longsword with a shorter heavyer blade, and a fulll crossgaurd. On the opossite hip is a large curved dagger, commonly known as a kukri, and tucked in the back is a simple light mace with a flanged head. Befrore stepping away from the bar he nods to Joe, "Greatings, master Smith. It is good to be back in such a fine establishment."
Once he greets Joe, he steps out toward the center of the bar, "I am Tristan Agencourt. Currently sword for hire." After finishing the formalities he returns to the bar, "If it's not to much trouble, could i get a flagon of mead, and a room for the night?"