A man opened the door and entered the dimly lit room. He was rather short for a warrior, standing tall at 5' 10', but he was built lithe and strong. A heavy hood was draped over his head and he pushed it off to reveal himself. The most obvious attribute of his face were his eyes. A heavy green were the base color, with a series of golden flakes scattered about inside. But strangely they went beyond his irises and a few flakes rested on his pupils. He sported a well-trimmed goatee and short, pulled back hair. At least it was meant to be pulled back. It was rather random and was dotted by both grey and white hairs. The grey from stress and the white from horror. He wore heavy blue and red robes adorned with fur. It resembled no creature known nor did it appear synthetic. At his waist was a short, heavy sword; a jingling bag full of what sounded like coin; and a sidearm, runes etched in slide. Slung across his back was a rifle, modeled after an M-1 Carbine. Similar runes ran along the barrel and stock. Slung opposite was a bag full of the items of a wanderer. Navigation devices, guides, maps, first aid, and material for a short term shelter. He sat a few seats from the other and rather than order a drink, he pulled his bag in front of him a pulled 2 maps as well as a flask. The bartender approached and he presented the flask without a word. It was half full. "Find out what's in here and top me off." He said it without looking up and the bartender narrowed his eyes. "[u]We pay first here[/u]" That was actually false but the man did not look wealthy. He looked up as he dug around in his bag and retrieved a solid ore of sliver. It probably weighed around 8 pounds. The bartender looked at the chunk of metal in awe and looked back to the man. "That should dispel any misgivings about my wealth" He went back to his maps as the bartender began sniffing the flask and scanning the shelves.