Distant travelling was always tiring and not always fruitful.
Grumpy about the failure of his trip, a large man in cloak walks in. His 6 foot sword seemed to be almost larger than the man himself as it gleamed it's shine on the bar. Slowly, he removed his hat and placed his cloak on the stand. His rough features weren't that of beauty but showed his profession.
His eyes screamed ' Ego homicida '