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In a small border town, in the Smiling Pig Tavern, sits a lone Taurian Ranger, drinking a colourful drink, seemingly unaware of the glares of the bar's patrons. The other occupants of the bar, a selection of the worst criminals and scum in the area, giving her a wide berth. She seems to be waiting for something, or someone

Helana sits, drinking her Cliff Racer, a surprisingly sweet drink made from hathor berries, and waits for the adventurers and mercenaries that answered the call to arms.

Suddenly the door opens, revealing a sight of a broken man. Silently stepping towards the bar and just sitting on a stool.
Exhausted eyes are examining the bartender, totaly ignoring all the other scum collected all together in the pub.

Carduneglin steps into the Smiling Pig, obviously unfamiliar with bars in general. He spots the Taurian Ranger and makes his way over to her.

 Nova gently walked across the forest ground, treading through its now twisted oaks and ferns. Nova was making the way back from the besieged city of Cormalla. Nova was carrying his shield, with dagger in a sheath on it, bare body taking int the faded sunlight. Nova had been travelling for most of the day, of course, being not of this world, was able to go on light sleep and very little in the way of sustenance.

  Nova was making way towards were lich Moria for the next move. "But first..." Nova said with a childish grin, running and cannon balling into what seemed to be a still pristine lake then only burned Nova's skin lightly from the corruption. Nova began swimming around as the dried blood from the attack on the city that still managed to cling to his skin turned the water around him a tinged pink colour....

The three Skeli members walked into the bar, causing a bit of a stir. Dancing Hawk led them to a table, and the three tribesmen sat down. One of the servers walked over to them, and they ordered some of the recently cooked meat. Dancing looked around, spotting the Ranger and noting her beauty. He takes a swig of his private canteen, tasting the self-brewed alcohol and letting it burn down his throat. Once he and his brothers got their meal, he ate quickly and then made his way over to the ranger.

Slowly Leo grabs between his rags and puts out the last lazy coins on the counter.
Still looking at the patron, his mouth starts to move for once, revealing his deep voice: "Ale."
After being served, he takes a nip from the mug, then just looking into it.

Mornin walks into the bar in full armor save for a helmet, clanking as he goes about. He walks toward the bar and motions for a drink, which upon receiving he picks it up and carries it to the furthest table in the back. Sitting in the seat at a corner, he stares down at his mug while occasionally looking up to see if he knew anyone that would have sent out the cry for help he received.

To him everyone looked like the usual thugs and robbers. So he continued waiting patiently, occasionally shifting his mug around on the table as if he couldn't decide where he liked it.

Helana turns from the counter,"anyone who answered the call to arms come over here, we have planning to do" She gestures to the seats next to her.

A young female halfling, who couldn't be more than seventeen, turns to one of the thugs in the bar, and proceeds to stab him in the gut, "watch the wandering hands, you bastard!" This causes many of the other patrons to get up and start cracking their knuckles, it looks like you're in for a bar fight!

(I'll be available somewhere near a wooded area, but I won't be friendly or want to join any groups... I'll have a strange find soon after you meet me at the woods! When all that happens and I enter the story, let me know. )

After Helana asked about her call to arms, Leo turned fast around examining the young elf :"Did I hear something about earning some coins with honest work? I ca.." , being vastly interrupted by the upcomming barfight. He sighs :"How unfortunate", drinking out his mug at once, grabbing a stool by a leg and defending himself with mighty swings of this alienated wodden sledgehammer.

Carduneglin sees the fight breaking out and mutters to himself in disgust, "Gah! Such barbarians!"

He moves to a corner and raises his staff in defense.

Selena opened the door to the designated meeting point to scenes taken straight from hell. Knives, swords and wickedly sharp scimitars flashed and the sound of breaking bones and screams of anguish made her ears twitch.

"Isn't this just fantastic?" she murmured, mainly to herself, before making a strange gesture. An almighty bang thundered around the enclosed space, and eyes turned towards her. Selena could see herself in the mirror above the bar, and mentally admitted that she felt sorry for the brawlers: eyes blazing a purple-blue, long dark hair flowing out from her head as if caught in a strong wind, and a sword across her back as long as she was tall.

"Are you all quite finished?" she asked, raising her voice slightly to allow everyone to hear her.

the fighters all turn toward this new woman, and immediately the bar clears out, leaving only the party members and the handling that started the brawl