A stranger enters the bar, he has to angle his head not to bang it againt the top of the doorframe. he's draped in a black, almost blight in color cloak that seems to bend n aborb the light that shines on it. It is clear despite the cloak n his height that he is of great build due to his wide shoulders n sharp stance. No one pays him mind but for a few glances but the tension of his presence alone is thick enough to cut. He looks about from under his hood n spots the unusual bottle that has everyones atention hooked. He walks over to a corner of the establishment that is least occupied n sits at one of the empty tables. He unbuckles a sheathed sword from his waist n lean it on the edge of the table, the blade itself was larger then the table itself from how far it leaned from the table, n had a unusual axe shaping to its tip, it's sheath had a unique n foreign symbol emblazed on it, n had large black stones embedded within it that gleamed n glisened. The stranger then put a brown satchel on the table n then rested back in his chair.