Sebastian entered the pub. "[color=559e83]I'll have a drink.[/color]" He told the clerk, then lowered his dank hood revealing his face. As he walked towards a round table near a enflamed fireplace Sebastian took the cloak itself off, his brawn arms gave his studded leather body armor a rugged charm about his kept mohawk hairstyle matted up top, and his brown boots, iron platelegs, and holstered longsword at his left side. He placed it over a chair there, warming it up. 

The pub owner had an employee get to him. "Would you like to try our soup of the day?" She asked.

I declined but instead ordered a loaf of bread, two beers, and a glass cup. When the gentleman returned to serve Sebastian he was paid in gems. Sebastian, now in the chair, poured the beer into the glass and eased up his relaxation, by that fire, by tearing a crude hunk of bread ruefully next.