A tall, hooded figure slips through the tavern doors. The man, as he was revealed to be as he pulled back his hood was lean built and skin a darker tone with black hair falling just past his shoulders. Unremarkable features would turn away the eye, but the scythe slung over his back drew enough attention for the both of them.
Paying no mind to the local patrons, he walks up to the bar and calls for an ale. His voice is smooth, but his request terse. "Ale."
The bartender tilts his head at the stranger, waiting for more. "We've several brews available, we've got-"
"Surprise me.." And with a bored look, he began tapping on the bar with a finger, occasionally scratching as if to emphasize what he thought was a simple request.
"Right away then, sir.." Fetching a cup from the shelf, the barkeep promptly poured a truly random ale from his stores and slid it across the bar. "That'd be-"
A gold piece interrupted him as he nearly missed catching it. "Keep 'em coming." Said the stranger before tossing his head back and taking a heavy draw from his cup.
"Aye." Momentary frustration, then the barkeep was off to take care of his other customers.