[b][Claytons Quest!][/b]
 
Clayton had occupied a table in the far corner, papers, pitchers and empty mugs covered it's surface.

He was shuffling through some tattered papers while pondering over some poorly constructed maps. His attire was now slightly different, goggles sat atop his head, a dust cloth hung around his neck, his jacket thicker, a sturdy vest made his broad chest and shoulders even wider and a large knife was strapped to his calf.
As usual a cigaret hung from his lips. 
There were five other seats around this particular table. 
Five other spots for this adventure.