Upon the stranger's arrival, the rat quickly dropped the bread and hurried up Antonin's arm, waiting on his shoulder, watching the newcomer. The little rodent tilted his head and grabbed the bread crumb as Antonin returned it to him. He, Antonin, continued eating in silence, keeping his eyes on the stranger.
A few minutes passed, and the waitress removed the empty plate from the table. Antonin took a swig of ale. He pushed his chair a few centimeters backwards, leaning against the wall, and watched the man before him. He was, or at least seemed to be, old. His hair was silver with a hint of red, certainly from age. However old he may seem, however, there still was something different about him… Antonin felt he was a strong man… Strong and very skilled. He seemed like the a wise mentor, almost like a wizard. The smell of saltwater, fish, and seaweed was strong about him. To his side was a long stick, with a hook at the end, certainly a fishing rod. To the fishing pole were many items connected; objects and belongings that certainly returned to the old man. To his other side, over his shoulder, was a fishing net. It was dripping wet of river water and of rainwater, and seemed to be heavy. Judging by the strong fishy smell, it more than certainly contained fish.
Several more minutes…
Finally, Antonin pushes his chair back towards the round table, took a swig of ale, and slammed the tankard onto the table with a loud bang!, then, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, spoke to the stranger.
"May I help you… ?"
His voice was deep and strong, with a slight hint of command and mystery behind it.