The Bartender
From a different time and a different place, once a warrior, a thief, a reaver, a slayer; on this age, the black-haired, sullen-eyed, man polishes with his callous hands not the big broad sword, sitting above colorful bottles of whiskey, tequila, and rum, but a highball glass.
He wears no visible loincloth nor leather. instead, he drapes himself in an expensive vest and suit that clings tightly to his muscled body, and yet, you wouldn't know it, but under the bar, he wears on his feet the same sandals he arrived with, never did he grow accustomed to the footwear of this times.
The menu offers a variety of drinks, all named after various legendary and fictional places or monsters he once visited, conquered or defeated.
And, if you dare to look away from his eternal frown, you could find the name tag on his vest that only read...
Conan.