The doors to the Snake Pitt Inn swung open, startling a few of the customers who already sat enjoying their Ale. A beast of a man holding a bloodied axe entered, his face stern as he searched the bar area. Axel grunted as he placed his axe behind his shield on his back. He walked forwards, followed by his comrades Ger and Ronan.
Ger threw a small pouch of coins at the innkeeper. "We require a room." He did not stop for an answer, his aura demanded the keeper's full attention, and the group's dishevelled and dangerous appearance meant that a simple no was out of the question. The innkeeper sighed, leaving briefly and returning with a key he placed on the bar. He did not speak the room number, for there were many witnessing the interaction.
