The Winking Mermaid, the Tavern most known for it's informal singing contest and for the fights that break out and often spill into the streets because of this contest, though this tavern, as always, will be just a backdrop for the story of a lone grumpy man trying to drink his cheap and kind of shity alcoholic beverage in peace. The name of the this man about whom this story will be about is Alexander Krieger, son of Augustus Krieger and Susan Krieger, a simple man hailing from from equaly simple villiage of Generica, a Mercenary willing to do most things if the price is good enough and a guy who pushed a knight from the cliff because he rambeled too much, also he declined the proposal of raising Alexander's pay a bit, this haves to do with fact that Alexander could do with this asshole's rambling if he paid him a little bit more BUUUT NO, IF HE DOESN'T LIKE HIS RAMBLINGS THEN HE CAN LOOK FOR SOMEONE ELSE BOOHOO, if the afterlife exists I bet that this knights regret not paying Alexander more. But nowe we should describe the look of Alexander so our dear readers would have at least consisten idea of how he looks, first of the thing that is most visiable: The clothes, Our Grumpy Mercenary man wears full plate armor with the exception of the helmet, which is laying on the table next to Alexander, insted of Vambraces he weares full platt gauntlets, the rest is kind of normal with,again, exception of the helmet which look somewaht like an metal hat with metal mask attached to front of it, and on the back there is a chainmail hood, under which is also a leather hood. The front plate of the helmet has to somewhat narrow slits for eyes and few very small holes in the region of the mouth for breathing, the top of the helmet has a medium sized brim, and forgive me for the using this comparison again, like that of a hat. Besides his armor, this man also wears a simple sleevles robe, which clearly isn't sleevless by design, no someone or something must have torn the sleeves from the robe, but is one would to look near the belt region of this man body one could easliy indetify the person who is the perosn responsible for this robe's lack of sleeves, for this man wears an improvised belt made out of torn out sleeves, to this belt is also tied simple mace but sturdy mace, on his back rest a simple backpack, in his right arm he holds a tankard filled with cheap and shity booze and in hi left he holds his wizards staff. His face was rather pale with clear bags under his brown eyes, also he clearly didn't shave for a long time for a proper bronw beard decorates his face while on top of his heads rest messy, beaver like, mass of , you guesed it, brown hair. By the way Alexander was sitting next to the table in the middle of the tavern, because, and i quote here "Corners are for those perpetually mysterious jakcasses with an agenda"
