Orange

Creal wakes up reluctantly after only four short hours of sleep in order to begin his morning workout. After about an hour he had breakfast and then left for the city paying the inn keeper three gold for the nights stay. He was in an inn that was small and secluded on the outskirts of the city. He went to the local pub and to talk to the barkeep as he did on a fairly frequent bases as the barkeep was one of the few men he trusted. He walked into the bar and examined the customers, although he knew everyone that would be there, the "regulars." He sat at the far end of the bar not talking to anyone or making eye contact and waited.

"As always you are correct Kril. (bartenders full name is Krillic, i figured if were old friends a nickname would add some depth. I think i am using the out of character chat right if not let me know.) I however wouldn't consider it looking for trouble because not much provides trouble for me." Creal gives Krillic an arrogant half smile. "But trouble would not be a bad thing, i haven't been challenged in a long time you know in the heart of battle, not since i got this scar anyway." Creal points to the scar across his right eye to remind his old friend of the story behind it. "So have you heard of anything that might peak my interest?"

Krillic the bartender thinks it over for a moment. He goes off to put in an order for a customer before coming back. "For a guy like you...there's a sting operation you might be interested in. A caravan always leaves here around noon, heading along the main road to Magic City. Problem is, the guards have had their hands full with some hyenas moving south for food. It's common during the winter seasons. But our real problem is that some highwaymen have been taking advantage of this, and slipping through the patrols. If bring them in live, the guard will pay a pretty price." He nods his head towards the corner.

"Looks like a friend of yours. One of Sata's eh?" He laughs to himself, shaking his head at the thought.


((Since I assume you've joined the guild you are acquainted, and know who my character is.))

Darkserium stands up slowly and proceeds to walk to the bar where his guild mate is sitting. "Hello, I do not believe we have formally met, I am Darkserium Saruda of the Saruda Drow-Elf Family." He extends his right arm in a gesture of formality.

"I have heard great things of of your skill from our leader. Sata. I do believe it would be of use for us to accompany each other in our journeys." He said completely expressionless.

Kril nods. "If you leave soon, you should be able to catch it leaving the north gate. I'm sure the merchants will accept any help they can get. But remember. It's the guards who have the money. These merchants are stubborn. They believe protecting them is the guard's job. Well. Good luck to you."