A short, solid figure enters. Perhaps 3/4 Human and 1/4 Dwarf. Male, far into middle age, but in denial. Black jeans and turtleneck, bulky black parka.

Ruger Super Blackhawk (with the 10.5" barrel) in cross-draw holster on the right hip; 20 gigawatt x-ray laser handgun in low-slung tie-down holster on the left; cross-hilted hand-and-a-half sword slung diagonally across back; gigbag about OM-size over right shoulder.

He grabs a bar stool, sets down the gigbag and pulls off various weapons and belts, heaps them on the bar so he can sit comfortably, and rests his head in his hands on the bar.

"I've been all day hacking through great knots of unidentified cables and slogging through the Grey Fog of Windoze to get here, and I ended up having to elude several paranoid giant 'possoms to make it to the door. Tell me you have Labatt Blue Light? Please?"