Fury, male human bravo
Fury drums his fingers on the table as the guardsman makes aborted attempts to recruit more people to take on his job only to see them reject him because he, like Fury, is a product of Planks. And when that foppish nobleman with his fancy, lacy cravat makes his pretentious little speech and starts dragging off able bodied men and women to the back room to hire them to prune his rose garden of toads or some such thing Fury begins to wish he'd skewered the fellow on first sight.
In his irritation, however, he notices that Zelena had entered the Dunn Wright when his attention was elsewhere. Glad to see the gnomish woman again Fury gets up to approach her table. He places a hand on the back of an empty chair. "May I?" He doesn't wait for a response but pulls the chair out and has a seat. "It's good to see you again, Zelena. Looks like you've been doing some traveling."
He passes a small amount of time with idle chit-chat before he gets to the subject on his mind. "See the seedy White Cloak over there? He's been sent by his superior to collect some to investigate a number of grisly murders in Ranocchio. Could be dangerous, especially if we get the attention of the murderers before we catch them. That other fellow is a former White Cloak so he was either too virtuous for the guard or too corrupt. Either way, it would be great to have someone like you I know I can trust to rely on during these investigations. Would you be looking for work, perhaps?"
