A sign hangs above and perpendicular to the door, reading [in both common and orcish] Shadowfrost Inn, all unnecessary violence prohibited. Upon entering, one would find themselves in a spacious room with some thirteen-odd round tables, each with four stout, strong wooden chairs arranged around them. A single, long table stands before a fire place, sporting eight chairs on each side, with an additional one at either head. A sword and shield of the Stormwind gaurd hang above the door. A bar stands opposite the entry, with a lone man behind it.
He is muscular, scarred and hunched. Long, unkept brown hair hangs loosely around his face. A terrible scar maims his left cheek, caving it in and leaving his lips slightly pursed, and to the opposite side. One eye is more open than the other, though both have a stern, hard glare that watches the whole room.
An overly large fireplace seems to be the main source of light and heat, save a few small, wooden torches around the room. A man sits before it, pouring over a small, old leather book. A coif of metal and cloth covers his head and face in shadows, but does little to hide the glowing, blue eyes beneath.
Standard rules of RP please, no god modding, refrain from name calling and use of languages other than common. I have no problem with you RPing two characters in the same post. Please keep violence to a minimum, although I have little problem with it so long as it does not damage the inn. Please try to keep posts under three paragraphs, I have poor eyes, and the format on the forums can cause the to hurt if there is too much text on screen. This is set before the fall of the Lich King, or even Naxxaramas.))
The man before the fire grumbles, reaching up to scratch the stuble on his chin. Giving his wrist a quick twist, he nods as it pops. Looking up from the tome, he gives a small smile to the bartender. "Honestly Bathin, I don't know why you keep me around, there are rarely any people in here. They all seem more interested in those tundra places than this land." The bartender grunts, continuing to clean a glass he had been working on for more than an hour.