The tavern door opens, heavy footfall of boots and armor making the sudden appearance very noticeable. The cloaked man makes his way across, sitting down at one of the bar stools, as a little fairy sits on his shoulder. His voice, rough and tired just barely murmurs out to the bartender. Yet, loud enough for them to understand as they move around the bar, preparing their drink. The air is still, almost awkward now.. making everyone nervous of the large man. Surely he just wants a drink and that's it? "...." He lowered his head down more, trying to avoid the staring, or just plainly ignoring it.