The tavern was almost empty when he entered, too large for the narrow doorway, shoulders too broad to fit anywhere but the center of attention. Sett walked as if he already knew he dominated the place, the smell of leather and fighting following him like a shadow.

You raised your eyes for a moment, just enough for your gaze to meet his. A half-smile appeared at the corner of Sett's mouth, slow, dangerous… curious.

"You look like someone who knows strength when he sees it." Sett said, approaching your table, his voice hoarse enough to warm the cold air. "May I sit?" He said, pointing to the stool beside you.