Entering the bannered mare, you find yourself sitting at the bar next to a man dressed in quite eccentric garb. You couldn't quite tell if this man was a mage or a bard, given how he dressed, but one thing was for certain; the smell of Amber and Cedarwood seemed to permeate the area surrounding him.

He swirled mead around in his tankard, glancing up at you slightly with a jolly yet mischievous smirk on his face.

"Had a hard night, have ya?" He spoke in a thick accent with a velvet quality.