Was waiting for the barkeep to respond to me, but apparently he's busy. Merle waits a moment for a response from Matthias, but getting none simply says, "You look busy man. I'll catch ya later." He climbs the ladder quickly and gracefully. Once at the top he stops, looking around the group at the table. He's taller than everyone except Kearan, who has about an inch on him. "Y'all here to meet the sheriff I suppose?" Anyone who spends a lot of time in either town has probably seen him around. Knowledge (Local) DC 10:
This is Merle Rutter, he's the scion of the Rutter Clanhold. The Rutters make sure everyone has what they want to take for a good time. He tries to take an empty seat next to Brine if there is one, if not he'll sit next to Prime 691 and start eating. He gives the android odd looks, but just asks, "Nice ink. Who dun it for you? Looks a lot better than mine." He says, pointing to the tribal sleeve of tattoos coating his left arm from elbow to shoulder.
Merle walks into the Belching Boar quietly. Imagine Dwayne Johnson except a little uglier like Merle's avatar. Now dress him in a studded leather vest, with a roman style armored kilt. On his back he carries a large wooden shield. He's got a sling tied around his waist like a belt, and he's wearing leather sandals on his feet. He's hefting a large oilskin bag, bulging with interior contents. Taking in the uncrowded bar with a glance he wanders over to Matthias. "Hey Matt, sup? Still doing okay on firewater? We got a new batch coming up in a couple days if you need." |