[i]The door that opened widely for you also opened fairly widely for a different man to enter. This one was a stranger to you but to the faces of the other patrons, they all seen him as a regular to the establishment and a regular to the entire city of Dojoville as a whole. For the man was a Lieutenant of the Dojo and still one of the fresher faces to the grounds, when compared to older veterans of these lands. The man walked in only moments after you had, as his lightly shaded brown duster nearly got itself caught in the frame of the door, and that would have only contributed to the tatters and tears that line the bottom of the dirt attained jacket, which matched both his hat and his boots in shade. Beneath that was his emerald green jumpsuit, one with a black trimming on the neck, the ankles and the wrists, though most of it wasn't exactly visible due too the duster covering it for the most part. A brown bandolier loaded with bullets was running across his chest and also carried a large, tri-barrelled shotgun on his back, and the bandolier ends met at the right side of his leather belt, which in turn carried a pair of holsters for a twin set of revolvers. And either unfortunately or thankfully for you, he approached the seat to your right and spoke up. "Pardon me sir," he started to say as a thick Texan accent laced the words that came from his lips. "Is this seat taken?"[/i]