The door flew open banging against the wall as the frantic figure entered the tavern.
Quickly closing the door, but not before peering out once more.
The figure was dressed in tattered rags that were once clothes, even the hooded cape had seen better days.
A large sack was tied to their belt, something hefty was in there, and rattled when they walked.
The figure searched the room, but did not make eye contact with any of the patrons.
Finding a secluded table in the back, the figure sat down, their back against the wall.
A black leather gloved hand reached out and snuffed out the light of the candle.