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A figure rises from one of the tables in the back and crosses the room to where the newcommers have seated themselves
As he enters into the the more illuminated areas, his rough appearence becomes obvious. He's wearing a tattered and patched robe that clear has seen better days
"Evening 'Lady' - I heard that tou wanted to see me"
He sits down, while taking a draught from his cup.
OOC: Beorn is a hive thug that due to skill and luck have risen above the average. He has left his gang-life behind and now works mainly as a mercenary. He wears in loose fitting robe that conseals his weapons - punchdaggers which he uses on both hands ( one of them magical) - and his leather jerkin.
The robe does not hinder his fighting abilities - as a matter of fact it a magical robe that confers protection from normal missiles 1/day. Also, he has learned to use it to his advantage, by making attackers hit the robe instead of himself.
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