You were at the Prancing Pony enjoying a mug of ale, and a nice loaded plate of food. There was chatter amongst the patrons of the bar. The chatter drowned out your many thoughts, until you felt.. watched.

You turned your head to see a strange cloaked man in the corner. You couldnt even see underneath his hood due to the shadows. Who was this? Was this.. ? No.. A ranger? You turned your head back around to ignore the stare from this cloaked man.