Bob walked back into the bar, except, he didn't look anything like the Bob that had left. Instead of a handsome man in his early thirties, there walked a scarred man in his early twenties, his brown hair was gone, replaced by snowy white hair. His face was no longer unmarked but had various scars on it, and there was now a dark green eyepatch over his right eye. He wore a tight fitting high collered shirt with a long right sleeve, and no sleeve on the left,on his left forearm there was instead was a thick, heavily scarred metal bracer connected with chainmail to a spiked back-hand plate. Across his chest he had a leather bandolier that held various sized knives, and a small hand crossbow. One of the knives was tucked haphazardly between the bandolier and his shirt. He wore simple, thick leggings with a cutlass hooked onto his left hip. And to finish it off he had thick, brown hobnailed boots.
Bob walked towards his previous seat twirrling a blackwood cane tipped with a dark red ruby. As he passed the table with the men he had previously called 'chasers' he tossed the haphazard knife onto their table with his left hand, smiling at them. Bob sat down at his stool, after leaning his cane against the bar he then unhooked his cutlass and set it on the bar. After unsheathing it, reavealing that it was serrated, he proceded to pick pieces of bloody meat out of the serrates.
(Sorry if it's a bit confusing tired. Btw, your character will probably not recognize him.)
Bob walked towards his previous seat twirrling a blackwood cane tipped with a dark red ruby. As he passed the table with the men he had previously called 'chasers' he tossed the haphazard knife onto their table with his left hand, smiling at them. Bob sat down at his stool, after leaning his cane against the bar he then unhooked his cutlass and set it on the bar. After unsheathing it, reavealing that it was serrated, he proceded to pick pieces of bloody meat out of the serrates.
(Sorry if it's a bit confusing tired. Btw, your character will probably not recognize him.)
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
