A party of drunks had been rabble-rousing with loud voices but went
quiet. They had ignored the newcomer's entrance.

One person was noticeably not drunk. His nickname was Riff. He was
twenty years old. He had short brown hair with worldly blue eyes and
no facial hair whatsoever. His full height was a few inches short of
six feet tall.

He was bored of his mates' loud discussion. He leaned back in his chair
and curiously looked around the inn.