Bazrim makes his way into the armor aukwardly, ties a morning star to his belt, and straps a shield to his back. He then takes one of his wands and secures it to his belt. Looking up at the others he nervously speaks, "Let's just call that plan b."
He begins to walk off to the tavern, and turns back. "This shouldn't take more than a few hours, but where should I meet you?" While waiting for a responce, Bazrim reaches to the ground, and grabs seveal clumps of dirt, smudging it over his face and cloths. "If I want to fit in at the dog, I best look the part."
[sblock=ooc]Bazrim will wait for the responce, and then head to the Ferrel Dog, and search out information about our employer and where to get someone to res our friend[/sblock]