There is a sudden draft through the inn, carrying with it a bittersweet smell like toasted spices as the door swings open once more - but nobody stands there. The doorway waits empty and open for a long moment before, finally, a tall figure appears silhouetted in the frame with a sharp click of his boot heels. He stands nearly seven feet tall, not counting the bony horns that curve up from his forehead. He is dressed in a tailored outfit of dark silk and white lace, and sports a carefully groomed goatee. He holds his pose in the doorway for a few seconds, propping himself on a gold-tipped cane as he scans the inn room with eyes like gleaming pearls set into his bronze face.
Finally he steps inside, greeting the assembled company with a deep, flourishing bow. "A good day to you all," he says in deep, velvet tones. "My name is Colgrave."
With a measured saunter he steps over to the bar, picking a spot right next to where the large orc is currently being menaced by a human girl, standing close enough to the two of them so as to practically insert himself into the altercation - although he doesn't acknowledge them whatsoever save for the general greeting he offered earlier.
"Hello, my good fellow," he addresses Brews. "I wonder, what would you recommend? I've heard marvellous things about your MacGuffin, but I fear I'm a dreadful conservative when it comes to drink. I like my mixed drinks dry. Not that I don't have a sweet tooth, you understand, but when it comes to liquor, I like something a bit more sophisticated - none of these syrupy concoctions that taste like drinking a whole pudding course at a gulp, you understand? In fact, never mind all that - tell me, how is your wine selection? Any Aundairan white from 997 would be fine. Or perhaps something Aerenal... hmm..."
Alarmingly enough, he appears entirely capable of keeping this monologue up all day with minimal feedback from Brews - though the Warforged bartender seems happy enough to have a customer taking real interest in his stock for once, and is gamely mixing up a MacGuffin to face Colgrave's critical taste test.