// When this man settles in at the bar (after a moment where his hand was on the grip of his pistol), he keeps his good eye peeled for any sort of threat. He has his back to a wall, of course. You didn't live as long as he has without knowing basic survival concepts.
His face is scarred, the by-product of having been shot in the head some time in the past. His hair is short and gray, his demeanor a mix of gruff and sly, an old dog that not only won't learn new tricks but will shoot anyone that thinks they have something to teach him.
His name is Zaeed Massani. And he's a bloody mercenary.