Once again, the tavern door opened. One or two people looked around to see who had entered, but most were occupied, catching up with each other.
The rabbit who had entered had obviously just travelled a far way. This was obvious from two things. First of all, he looked unusually exhausted. His eyes seemed somewhat unfocused, and he only seemed to stay awake for whatever he had come to do. The long, brown mane of hair going down his back looked unusually unkempt. His clothes looked very worn, and his coat had various holes and tears in it.
The other reason that betrayed he was from far away was that not a single soul in the tavern had any idea who he was.
The rabbit quietly closed the door to the tavern, slowly strolled across the room and sat down. 'Man, I haven't had a drink in ages,' he muttered quietly in a hoarse voice.