[spoiler]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/45/76/5f/45765f6598e38f1eb09f28127e03071c.jpg[/spoiler] [b]The man was big, that was for sure. He clocked in at six-seven, with broad shoulders that seemed to fill up the space between them. He wore a leather vest, jeans and no shirt, replaced by an array of massive muscles and abs. A necklace of sorts lay over his neck, a cross, perhaps. His hair was brown in a peculiar style. What really stood out was his face, square like with a clear jawline, overshadowed by the massive scar. A greatsword of similar nature in size and chipped looks rested on his back, two pistols on his sides and a shot gun sideways on the small of his back. As you passed by, he called out in a not-so-surprisingly gruff voice.[/b] One must have respect for the owner. He may have spent lots of time cleaning that counter. I don't think he would like it if you placed your dirty boot upon the wood.