With a loud thud the door swung open. Standing there was a tall and daunting figure. Stepping into the light Roy looked around. He was soaked head to toe and had blood splattered over his armor. With a steady pace he walks to the bar, looking around for the bartender. 

Laura had been quietly sitting at a table in the corner. Her soft hands wrapped around a hot cup of coffee. Her blue eyes look around the Tavern.