Inside the Tavern with No Name... Those gathered already seemed stunned by Ezlan's dramatic entrance. By their expressions, this sort of thing just didn't happen. And as he walked around, after they were able to get a better look at him, the atmosphere of the room began to turn decidedly more hostile. When he stopped and asked who was in charge or who was serving, silence met him for a heartbeat. "Who the fuck do you think you are," boomed the man sitting with the tiefling. Two people closer to the door got up and quietly left, one of them muttering, 'not dealing with this again'. The six others who remained, not counting the broken man and tiefling, looked ready to start throwing chairs. While some of the patrons gathered began to get to their feet, the group would have time to see them more closely. Their equipment was worn but in good order. Their weapons were clean, although for now they were not in hand. Only one of them looked remotely green while two of them wore coins of bronze with a silver ring on the edge. They were from different guilds, of course, but the silver usually denoted an award or some level of excellence. One figure stood out among the others. He wore comfortable looking [i]cotton[/i] clothing (cotton being one of the more expensive materials to make clothing out of) and a light blue mantle cloak with a buckler and short sword strapped to his side. There was a much larger silver coin pinned to his shirt with a number of progressively smaller ones chained to it at the bottom. He wore a travel bag over his shoulder, looked to be in his late thirties, bald and sported a short but neatly trimmed and full beard which was stark white. [hider=Technical Shit] Gathered here are: Elite Shieldbearer - Warhammer, Medium Shield, Half Plate Armor Elite Double-Hander - Greatsword, Half Plate Armor Veteran Double-Hander - Maul, Half Plate Armor Double-Hander - Goedendag, Chain Shirt Veteran Ranger - Buckler, Arming Sword, Leathers Journeyman Mage - Buckler, Arming Sword, Leathers [/hider]