[SRP] So, You Meet in a Tavern...

[Andy]

Ambrose hunched on a stool, smoking his pipe with his head full of dark thoughts. A loud voice called to a friend, interrupting his trains of thought. He looked for the source of the sound and his eyes caught on a person that didn't fit in with the rest of the patrons here. His clothes were of goodly make and he wore armor that was not only polished, but free of dents. How had he come to be in this place?

OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post, some keys went kaputt, so give me a while to find a replacement keyboard/get my laptop repaired or something.