Scheer was taken off guard by the new excited patron, striating his back, and Setting down his ale, Scheer cleared his throat, Said with a heavy Prussian accent " A soldier of sorts, I'm a Doppelsöldner, Heavy mercenary" Scheer smiled, and with one paw, grabbed the sword by the Ricasso, just past the Quillons and just before the parrying Lugs, offering the sword to him, "Here, Look, It is heavy though" Scheer smiled " I am here looking for work, My mercenary band, disbanded recently, so I have traveled a long distance, do you know anyplace around here that needs an elite swordsman?"