You've found yourself in a tavern, there's all sorts of people around inside. Adventurers, bounty hunters, traders... you name it. There may even occasionally be some non-human, but they're uncommon. Your eyes lock onto a certain figure... some man in knight armor, but not a soldier of a kingdom, their armor and helmet are weathered and dull. Must be a mercenary. They're sitting in a quiet corner, their helmet is hiding their face and expression, and an empty cup lays on the table they're sitting at. Their sword, which is rusted at the edges, is leaned against the table as well. Suddenly, a rouge comes up to you, they have a leather hood and white mask. "Noticed you staring." The rouge says. "His name's Rusty. don't mind him." They pat you on the back, than leave out the door. The Mercenary Knight, who seems to be named Rusty, has barely moved an inch from his seat, still sitting. What now?