Buzdrem entered the tavern through the old wooden door and worried he'd pull it off. The tavern was quite loud as usual, the regulars all drinking, talking and laughing. The smell of stale beer is the first scent that caught his nose, most taverns have it though.
"Hal, that door needs replacing, my friend," he said to the barkeep as he gestured his finger for one beer and sat at a stool at the bar. He downed half of the beer and sighed satisfactorily as he signalled he wanted another beer. He finished the beer in his hand as Hal returned with his second. They swapped tankards and a polite nod between the two of them occurred. Somewhat quenched of his thirst, Buzdrem scanned the room whilst sipping his fresh beer. He saw a few of the regulars and nodded a them as a gesture of greeting but a slight gleam caught his eye in the darker corner of the tavern, a man in full body armour no less. Buzdrem kept it in his mind to speak to him later, for at the moment he seemed quite drunk. The door creaked open and as it slammed shut, everyone turned around to see the new entrant. Everyone that is except Buzdrem. He learnt long ago that seeing everyone else first reaction to a newcomer could be easily missed but the newcomer would usually stay long than the reactions of those that saw them. He glanced quickly all around the room and from the looks of most of the men, and some of the women, a beautiful young women had entered the establishment. He cocked his head over his shoulder and his instincts were correct. A pretty little thing, but she reminded him of someone dear to him. A shame really. He took another sip of his beer and waited to see her would fall prey to her. As she walked through the tavern she noticed the man in armour and approached him,
"Poor tin man," he grumbled, smiling to himself at his little joke. He finished his second drink and called for Hal,
"Hal, when you're not busy I'll have another one and I'll pay my tab tonight, I've got plenty of silver and I'm sure I owe you enough!" He waited patiently for Hal, but in the corner of his eye, he was waiting for the reaction of the young girl who had just approached the 'tin man' as Buzdrem referred to him as.