[i]Okay, so it's breakfast time,[/i] a large man thought to himself as he walked towards a fairly busy street, yawning and stretching. His belly, happy trail and all, showed as his tattered and dirty green shirt lifted up following his body. The arch in his back as he stretched caused the large blade on his back to stop the clinking sound it was making with his rather animalistic movements; something that came quite naturally to the broad shouldered, 6'4 titan. He lowered his arms after stretching, his hand mussing his red hair. He walked through an alleyway that he found cut the time it took to get to his favourite bar by a considerable amount, rather than going all the way down the street and following the footpath. He slipped his left hand into his pocket while his right hand hung loosely against the leather strap that held his sword in place, only hanging on thanks to his thumb. At the end of the alleyway he was welcomed with the sight of his favourite building in this game, as of yet; the bar. A small smile grew on his face as he continued towards the doors, noticing a few passersby looking at him and muttering with hands covering his mouth he became rather suspicious. A natural movement occurred within this moment of suspicion; his hand mindlessly moved down to the small satchel tied to his waist that held the money he would gather throughout his journey's. So far he had proudly collected 5,000 gold coins through his mercenary business alone - his jobs has varied from body guarding someone through a specific 'dangerous' area, or hunting down a beast that killed so and so's friend in cold murder. 

His left hand touched the wooden doors of the bar, and for a mere second Jamie, the brains behind Lyndus, forgot that he was playing a video game. The wood just felt so real to the touch, and the creaking sound that followed the doors when they opened actually made him shiver, [b]"That's going to take some time getting used to..."[/b] he mumbled as he walked through the doors, being welcomed by the mouth watering aromas of steaming hot food of all kinds. Without a seconds hesitation he made his way towards to bar. His ears picked up some of the chatter that went on within the bar; most of the conversations he heard were about how much people missed the real world and their families, and then the odd gathering of gamers muttered words about Lyndus himself - two men looked at him as he would walk by and gaze almost admiringly at him, [b]"That's him. That's the one I was telling you about; he basically strutted through this cavern that was ridden with Gobs!"[/b] one of the men would say, trying to whisper to their friends' ear. 
Lyndus lent up against the bar, holding his gloved hand up to catch the bar keeps attention, "Give us a nice ol' steaming jug of ale, eh?" He asked the woman, handing her a golden coin.