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Wearing leather and smelling of the forest, a man enters the tavern looking uncomfortable, glancing towards the outside every few seconds. As he get to the bar, he turns and watches the window, peering intently outward. The barman moves towards the man, "can I help? Or are you just standing here getting off the street." Turning back, the tatoo of a wolf, showing on through his shirt and jerkin, the man looks at the barman like a fish out of water. After an uncomfortable delay, he speaks in a full deep and sonorous voice, "Mead?" he asks as he gets some coin from his pocket.
As the barman comes back, he asks "looking for some friends or maybe they left a notice. You got a notice tree?" he asks, before scanning the customers should any have a pathfinder on show.