A cold bed and a warm ale. Blood stains the walls, but it looks like the Bar Keep is standing...for once.
Wed May 30, 2018 11:48 pm
Sebasjan d'Anovicci entered the tavern with his usual noble bravado. He spends a moment looking at the jobs board before turning about and flopping down into a chair. He opens his leather journal and writes one world on the top of the page - 'recruitment.' He lets out a large sigh before another an enters in the inn. The man he had been looking for. Sebasjan stood up and held his hand out to the man, who now, with closer inspection was an elf who somehow had had his ear tips cut off. "Thank you for coming to meet me Captain. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I have some questions." They both sat, Sebasjan produced a flask and the two each drank from it. "Now, remind me of your previous experience as a combatant?"