Fangor the Fierce
First Post
*Ashlie looks into the child's eyes, and then procures 2 silver pieces.* "Here's 2 silver pieces, take good care of Shilo and be sure that no harm comes to him."
I guess this is as good a place as any. My skills need some real testing, and the previous jobs are not as fullfilling anymore. Perhaps a group that I could grow with would be better.
*Entering the bar, she notices the usual group of people. The music is not as soothing to her as it would be to others. She watches the flicker of the lamps on the walls, while moving toward the bar. The sound of someone entering behind her draws her attention and as she turns, she watches as a large man stumbles into the doorway. Helped up by another newcomer with red hair, she turns away toward the bar. She thinks to herself, "Hope he had a nice 'trip'." A smile almost breaks her lips, but her thoughts come back to the bar. She has not had a real drink that she can remember. She hesitates, and waits until the two newcomers order drinks. Once they order theirs, she overhears the drink, and asks for one from the bartender. As the larger "not so graceful" one and the red haired female sit and speak, she takes a sip of the drink; immediately spitting it out onto the bartenders face. She apologizes for her actions and places 2 silver pieces on the counter.*
Eyeing the bartender, she asks, "Perhaps you can assist me. I am looking for a new kind of job. One that requires finesse and skill of a trained Rogue. Who here would I be best to talk to?"
I guess this is as good a place as any. My skills need some real testing, and the previous jobs are not as fullfilling anymore. Perhaps a group that I could grow with would be better.
*Entering the bar, she notices the usual group of people. The music is not as soothing to her as it would be to others. She watches the flicker of the lamps on the walls, while moving toward the bar. The sound of someone entering behind her draws her attention and as she turns, she watches as a large man stumbles into the doorway. Helped up by another newcomer with red hair, she turns away toward the bar. She thinks to herself, "Hope he had a nice 'trip'." A smile almost breaks her lips, but her thoughts come back to the bar. She has not had a real drink that she can remember. She hesitates, and waits until the two newcomers order drinks. Once they order theirs, she overhears the drink, and asks for one from the bartender. As the larger "not so graceful" one and the red haired female sit and speak, she takes a sip of the drink; immediately spitting it out onto the bartenders face. She apologizes for her actions and places 2 silver pieces on the counter.*
Eyeing the bartender, she asks, "Perhaps you can assist me. I am looking for a new kind of job. One that requires finesse and skill of a trained Rogue. Who here would I be best to talk to?"