Banion Lorish
A quiet voice near the bar orders a glass of mead. Looking over, you see a young halfling wearing an especially nice set of dark grey studded leather, with what looks to be a pouch of rocks at his waist. He doesn't appear to have a weapon on him, though one of those cords around his waste might be a sling. No one saw him enter, but he must have followed Azaroth into the Inn. He sets down a backpack and turns to the room, clearing his throat.
"People call me Banion. Pleased to meet you all. I hear that this is where the mercenaries and would be heroes gather, and I'd um..." he blushes "like to make myself usefull. That is, I hope to. I'm, ah, rather new at this."
His shade turns a deeper and deeper red, and he takes a long sip of his mead as if trying to hide inside it. Gathering his courage, he glances over towards the house of cards that Rosemarie is working on. He's obviously curious, and seems to be trying to gather up his nerve to walk over and take a closer look.