Once more, the door to the bar opened, and heavy, booted footfalls could be heard entering. They belonged to a giant, taller even than Roy by at least a head, if not more. He wore heavy plate armor, which covered his whole body. Not a sliver of skin could be seen. From his shoulders hung a long cloak made of a thick material, on the back of which was a large symbol dyed red, though was faded. At both sides of his belt hung an enormous sword, one for each hand, and his helmet was adorned with two, ugly, twisted horns. He stood in the doorway for a moment, grandly looking about the room, then took one step inside to let the door click shut behind him.
He approached the bar, looking down at the four people who sat around it, before turning his attention to the twins, who were staring at him with slightly widened eyes.
"Coffee. Now." Came the stranger's baritone voice.