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Post by erandil on Sept 1, 2007 3:18:54 GMT -5
It's been a while since Erandil saw an actual city, and the sight of this busy town with it's life of it's own was truly a relief for the old mercenary. As he strolled along the streets his satisfaction of finally reaching civilization began to fade; he had traveled a fairly long way since his departure and it showed. His strange and somewhat damaged clothes along with his rather exotic equipment were bound to draw attention and he could soon feel the weight of a repressed xenophobia amongst the people of this town.
After some time he managed to find an inn where his currency would be accepted and rented a room for two weeks, paid in advance. He changed his clothes and washed himself before going downstairs to have a pint and see if there was some work for experienced mercenaries.
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Post by Lance on Sept 3, 2007 5:27:43 GMT -5
Inns were usually full of drunkards and people who had to hire people. And this one was no exception, the crowd, even though small, still rowdy and groping for barmaids. And a few of those barmaids did some overtime, just for one of the regulars from time to time. But mixed in, sitting quite calmy, were those who came looking for mercenaries and assassins. They were ever watchful, and already one seemed to take note of Erandil, studying him as one studies the quality of a weapon.
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