The Tavern door opened with a subtle creek, as a man came in wearing what appeared to be a black trench coat with the collar around the neck up, but so black it was like the abyss was looking back. He wore a similar color funeral hat with sunglasses. Under his coat was a suit of the same color. As he entered, there was an eerie silence. He walked toward the bar, his foot steps loud with the silence. He looked around seeing everyone recovering from what looked like some kind of attack. He stopped at the bar counter and saw the guy behind the counter. "Rough day?" He said in a calm and collected voice. He reached into his coat and dropped a bag full of gold coins on the table. "Drinks are on me. If this isn't enough I have more gold where this came from..."