Isaac Gilfhi

Isaac takes a swig of his ale, leaning his elbow on the bar, holding his head up with his hand. The ale doesn’t taste the best, but it’s the cheapest. He needs something, anything, to dull his buzzing mind. He’s only in this backwater tavern in the western kingdom to hide from his father. He was going to get sent to raid, and he isn’t going to let that happen. His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bartender welcoming someone else coming in. He glances back at whoever’s there.