Entering the Tavern...

[G. Kinney]

... Is Morgan Bronzehammer. His red tunic, still slightly bloodstained and torn from the weekends festivities. He still has a couple of wounds visible as well. He has in his hands his Chain Mail suit which he sets on a table in a balled up mess. Morgan walks to the back to get a drink, and comes out with three tankards filled to the brim with Frothing ale. Morgan sits down in one of the far edges of the room and begins to work on his Chain Mail. Anyone paying attention would recognize that it is in absolute dissaray. Almost unrepairable.

[G. Kinney]

Morgan finishes his 5th ale and walks out of the tavern and onto the porch. He looks around and just walks off in no particular direction.