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Serris walks out of the tavern and over towards the skycabs. His bag is back over his shoulder, and he's obviously leaning on the spear. He gets a short distance before he stops, looks around, and takes a deep breath. A wave of contentment flows around him as he continues to walk.. slower this...

Serris finished eating, half-paying attention to the events around him, but mostly hungry. When he finishes, he takes a look at the posting he noticed go up. I'm in.

The man turns to shake kal'Tarron's hand, "Serris" He's distracted from further discussion by the stories being told nearby, and then his food arrives, a hearty meal with a large mug besides. He sets to with enthusiasm, and then the Dwarf speaks up. Serris looks up at the dwarf, mouth closed but...

A sturdily built man walks into the bar, wearing a bag and leaning on a spear like they're all he owns in the world. He pauses, sweeping the room with his eyes, then heads to the bar. As he passes, the patrons can feel as much as see his weariness, and when he sits at the bar his relieved smile...