A scary, tall man with a furrowed face entered the room. A mix of anger, tiredness and frustration lay on his face, he needed to vent it now, without regard to the others. He didn't look around, instead he went with resolute steps towards the bar. With a loud and angry voice he ordered a beer. The bartender immediately brought such, without a thank or a smile he grabbed the bottle, the bartender didn't even have time to offer him a suitable glass. Mark Stuart, a name who might not fit the character and appearance of such an man, picked a random table and sat down. His brawny, almost oversized body attracted quite a lot attention among the other guests. With depreciatory glances at them, he quickly emptied his small bottle of brown ale, dropped off his disproportionately tiny glasses and slowly rubbed his tired eyes.
