A powerfully built dragonborn enters the tavern briskly, with arms and armor bearing the crest of the Daunton's guard. He looks weary and ruffled.
-''Hey, back already! Weren't you in, like a few hours ago?'' asks the barman cheerfully. The dragonborn look at him in frustration. A tiny green cloud is expelled as he exhale in frustration. The barman backs away quickly.
-''All right, all right, I'll leave you to your business.''
The dragonborn walks to the center of the room
-''Listen up everybody. Just a little while ago, I came in and recruited a few good men from these very tables. They did their job and then some. Really went beyond the call of duty. But now they are missing. Let it not be said that Patrin leaves men behind! No sir. That's not how we do it in the guard. I need a search and rescue party and I need it quick. The gold is good, but I need ressourceful people with some guts.''
He then sits at a table and await expectantly competent candidates.