GameZone writes: "His face bore the lines of a man who had seen too much and forgotten too little.
Snow crowned the hood of the heavy winter coat and draped on the shoulders – not so subtle reminders of the chill of the winter's night that was just beyond the door of the inn. Icy waters splattered those nearby as the coat was cast off. He dropped into an overstuffed chair by the fireplace of the inn, warming his hands quickly in the orange-yellow glow. The innkeep brought a noggin of ale, an unlikely supplicant on such a cold winter's night. He took a drink, the foam thick upon his mustache dribbled down into his beard. Dark eyes darted around, taking in the faces of the audience sitting and waiting on him."