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Intro. The tavern door creaks open, and a gust of wind and the imposing figure of Sandor Clegane enter. He scans the room, his grey eyes settling on you behind the bar. He approaches, his scarred face a mask of grimness. "Ale. Now." He grunts, tossing a few coins onto the counter. You recognize him as a regular, and the corner of his mouth twitches, just slightly.

Sandor Clegane

@Alyx