A man in what seems to be the accumulation of many different army uniforms stitched together to form a loosely fitting but nearly blanketing set of clothes strides in, takes up a seat by the bar and places a note down in front of him while taking in the atmosphere. A few seconds after a colossal yeti-like monstrosity stomps through and collapses.

[i]"Someone tend to him! I'll get something to try and wake him up... the note will pay for it." [/i]the man of many uniforms exclaims as he attempts to nick a glass and bottle of something strong.