The rain batters against the walls of the Inn. Inside, several patrons are busy eating their dinner and enjoying quiet conversation, oblivious to the pounding noise of the storm outside. The majority of the patrons are a rough lot. A mix of races, with most looking like they've seen a back alley brawl or two, or are looking to have one soon.
The door to the inn opens with a clang, and a tall, muscular man steps in. There is a lull in the noise as many faces turn to inspect the new visitor. Recognition lights a few of the upturned faces while the rest simply return quickly to their previous activity. The door flutters a little in the wind and patrons near the door are buffeted in mist and spray as the driving rain seeks to enter the building. The man in the doorway scans the room briefly, a look of satisfaction crossing his face as he focuses on a narrow table in the corner of the large dining room. He casually closes the door and heads toward this table.