Turning to see the source of the noise, the five of you see a muscular man of average height coming from the stairway and into the tavern proper. He is mature looking, gray in his beard and hair, but not yet past his prime and carries himself like a seasoned warrior. He is followed by a teenage boy.
He is dressed in fine clothes of dark gray or black, the trim bright red and gold. Around his neck is a medallion of gold and silver, the crest matching the symbol on the banner behind the bar and worked into the wood of the doors and strapped around his waist is a finely crafted longsword and he is wearing riding spurs on his boots.
Tag and Quorthon recognize him for the Society Chairman.
With his spurs jangling, he heads towards your table, "Good morning. For those I haven't met, I am Maylor Jacobson. Chairman of the Wayfarer's Society Council."
"I see that you all made it back in one piece." His appraising eyes look at each one in turn, they are cold and serious. "It is well that you are here."
"One of our own has been kidnapped. A Society member named Cestis was taken just days ago from a relics auction in the Theissia Naval Shipyards, and we believe his disappearance to be related to the six dozen or so kidnappings of the last several months. Now that one of our own is missing, this has become a Society matter, something we’ll get to the bottom of."
"You all interested in taking this on?"
Wayfarer Society Chairman