Hadd stood outside of a building he had never laid eyes on before. This was not something that Hadd had experienced in quite some time. The rain did not seem to bother the tall man as he stood outside the tavern, slowly stroking his chin. In fact, the rain did not actually seem to touch Hadd, it more so slid away from him at the last moment. 

[color=FFD700]"How odd."[/color] Hadd muttered to himself as he continued to stare at the door for what, most people would agree, was far too long an amount of time to be normal. But what those same people would not understand, is that Hadd had not seen anything new or surprising in a very, very....very long time. Despite outside appearances, Hadd was old, extremely old. He had seen the rise and fall of nations and played no small part in a few of them. He had watched countless beings grow and die and had seen more wonders then he could count. In all honesty Hadd had assumed that there was nothing left that could surprise him. And yet, here it was, something surprising. A tavern that, by his reasoning, should not have been here at all. What was, perhaps, even more surprising was that this fact didn't really bother Hadd at all. He was almost pleased to find a place that he had never seen before and had no business existing where it did.

After another few moments, Hadd simply smiled and muttered, [color=FFD700]"Ah, what the hell"[/color] before wandering inside. 

Hadd, was a previously mentioned, rather tall, standing at about 6'3". He had medium length dark brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and a pair of mirrored sunglasses that he did not bother to take off as he came inside, judge that last fact as you see fit. He appeared to be in his mid 30's, with the slightest five'o'clock shadow creeping in across his chin. He wore a pair of black slacks, polished dress shoes, a maroon button up long sleeved shirt, and a black vest. He was, of course, completely dry.

Hadd paused for a moment to look at the people already present. There was someone in a hoodie, whom Hadd could tell almost nothing about, a man who looked like he had walked through hell in order to get here, and a man Hadd could only assume was the bartender. Hadd approached the bar, the smile never dimming on his face, and took one of the empty bar stools. He turned to the bartender, and in a surprisingly deep voice said, [color=FFD700]"Something strong to drink, if you would be so kind good sir."[/color] He would leave the choice up to the bartender, curious about what the man would choose for him.