Sir Karius Oakshield
Player: Stephen Dewey
The door opens silently, filling the tavern briefly with the cold chill of night before swinging closed again. Leaves are blown in by the gentle autumn winds, dancing around the boots of a knight, before settling back to stillness once more.
He looks the build of a soldier. A buckler at his side, and a hammer strapped to his belt. Gnomish chainmail hides beneath his tunic, and hair, red like fire, stick out from beneath his helmet. His eyes are a hardened blue as they scan the tavern. His tabard trimmed with gold, a smile on his face.
Finally settling on a table in the corner he waves away the offer of drink from a passing waitress. Sitting back. He watches. Waiting to defend.
"Sir Karius. Town Councilman. May I be of assistance?"