Weary Tankard part Deux

Hrothgar strode into the Weary Tankard, his face concealed under the hood and cape. The barman looked at him strangely. Hrothgars face was not his own, an amalgom of everyman. It was a little unsettling to look at because of its plastic nature. And futher, it was a nice day out and the cape made him look suspicious. But some folks preferred to be anonymous these days.

"Name's Rufus, get you somethin?" said the barman to Hrothgar.