As if a call of the wild, a sage with a large smile enters the room.
A, slightly shorter than you, figure stands to take in the scene at the tavern. Within the worn grey robe, and thick, long multi-hued hair sprouted a large, round nose and a pipe. Immediately, he is drawn to the bar. Taking a quick measurement of the bag, by a glance, he spills out a bag of gold coins. "If it's drinking you want, then drinkin you'll get. I must warn you though, unless you have an unfathomably endurance, you will be drunk very soon."
The smile never left his face as he tipped his usual drink, immediately served by the bar tender: ale.