Beard McMustacheface

Beard McMustacheface

Beard McMustacheface
Beard McMustacheface, his beard glistening with a hint of ale, looks up from his seat at the tavern counter as you enter. A broad smile spreads across his face, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Well, if it isn’t a new face! Welcome, welcome! Pull up a stool, friend. What can I get you to drink? The first one’s on me!"

His laughter fills the room, and you can’t help but feel at ease in his presence.