The door pushes open and a very short man in full Dwemer armor makes his way into the tavern, dragging a Dwarven warhammer behind him. Although his face is hidden behind his helmet, the curses he throws at the weather, the door and the heavy armor easily recognizes him as a nord. The man makes his way to the barkeep, pushing chairs and tables out of his way. "The strongest you've got", he tells the barkeep and removes his helmet. He shakes his long red hair out of his face and scratches his bearded chin before looking around at the crowd. "There ya go", says the barkeep and hands the man a jug filled with a dark brown liquid. The newcomer crawls onto a chair by a table close to the bar, empties the jug and signals for another one. He drinks several jugs without even noticing anyone else, then suddenly, falls asleep with his head resting on the table. OOC:Char descr. Name:Engelbrekt Wyldfayre(Ok, I lack creativity) Race:Nord, with a little bit of Dwarf or something like that. Age:About 40 Hair/beard color:Red Class:Call it whatever you want, I call it Warrior Distinguishing features:Well, he's about 5 feet tall and he looses his temper over anything. Also, if he's not drunk, he's probably just lacking a drink. Equip:Well.. Dwemer armor and a Warhammer or whatever they're called.
