The door opens and a halfling wearing a patchwork cloak of blue and white enters the Inn. The piercing aspect of his blue eyes are accentuated by a scar that runs diagonal through his face. He carries a shield and wears a tabard, both with a brown colored sword upon a field of white. After closing the door behind him to leave the cold out, the halfling walks to an empty seat at the bar. He takes a cursory look of his suroundings noting several persons of interest. The scanning of the area done, the halfling's features soften.Since he had seen no immediate danger in his proximity, he relaxed his guard.
He nods in greeting to the bartender after he lifts himself unto the seat. "Hullo there, barkeep." The halfling proceeds to make himself comfortable. "My name is Sir Ishmael of the Wooden Sword, though Ishmael would do just as well. Would you know of any quests that would suit a knight errant in search for adventure?"