The tavern is quiet, the gentle lapping of the ocean outside and faint lute music the only sounds to be heard. The room is lit by candlelight, a warm flickering glow in the salty evening air. You buy another drink, leaning back in your chair as you watch a man enter the tavern.

He's tall; very tall. Easily 6'4, maybe taller. He's strong and scarred, but doesn't seem intimidating. If anything, he looks uninterested in everyone around him, sighing as he realises there's not many seats. He meets your eyes briefly,

"Mind if I sit?" He asks lowly, his voice raspy. The bartender seems to recognise him as a regular.