Manzieen walked through the door, his boots thudding onto the floor as he dragged in a bit of muddy snow. He looked at the other patrons in the tavern and frowned only slightly.  He was used to much more weirdness back in his home town.  However, he thought that you shouldn't be so friendly to strangers, they were dangerous.  He settles down in a chair, pulling it in between his legs and crossing his arms on the top of the back, looking at the patrons with lidded eyes.  He rubs his stubble with his hand and gives a grim smirk.