The cold wind blows against his face. The sign with the pony symbol on it swings in the wind. The man takes a quick look around him and heads inside.
His blonde, long hair and beard looks very scruffy. He does not smell very good either.
The light from the candles and fires inside the Pony blinds him, he stands still and blinks for a moment. His eyes getting used to the light.
When his eyes gets used to the light he goes to the counter, slamming his fist into it.
"A big mug of milk!" He says, not very polite. He receives his mug and his coins rattles as they fall down onto the counter.
The man, looking quite happy, goes to stand by one of the wooden beams.
Leaning on it. His gaze looking around the room, from person to person.
"Ah..." He says pleased. "It is good to be back."
