A tall, tanned man walks in. His hair is matted and pulled back into a poor rat tail to stay out of his eyes. He rubs at a small scar below his left eye while seating himself near the corner.
"Well met, fellow Lodgers. My name is Takeshi Nakamori, Pathfinder by profession, Giant Slayer at heart."
He unsheathes his bastard sword, looking over it quickly before running a whet stone across it.
"Just dealt with two very odd missions. Pirates and demons. Oh, a dragon, too. Damn things nearly killed us. Signed up to take on giants, and they throw me up against demons and dragons right off."
Pleased with the sharpening, Takeshi returns his trusty blade back to it's sheath. He then quickly unhooks a small steel tankard from his belt, motioning for it to be filled.
"And that damn-fool alchemist! Can't hit the broad side of a dire bear, hit his party more than he did the pirates!"
Takeshi takes a swig of the now filled tankard, smiling as the suds hit his tongue.
"By Cayden's divine, that is delicious! Now, this is why I love adventuring. You can go anywhere and find giants, but good ale and mead are hard to come by."
