*At the doors of the tavern a grizzled old man with an unkept beard travel worn armor and garb enters. Though his expression is grim and tired, his eyes glare with determination and experience. He seems as though knew him once long ago, but you can not recall the memories. Then his eyes settle on you and it all becomes quite clear.* Hello old friends. My name is Malchor. Its been some time. Nay I say over six years since I last walked the realm of Britannia. Though it has been a long time since I last ventured these parts, I hope my past experience still aids me and I can become a strong contributor of this community. May my reunion be as wonderful as my fond memories. I can not wait to adventure with everyone.