Joric Ironfist
Joric's ears perked up at the sound of his name, and he turned to see not one but several familiar faces. Having been previously heading towards the bar, he stopped and did an immediate ninety degree turn, heading straight for the table.
"Fredico!" The dwarf greeted his former guildmaster with a smile. He looked down at the recruitment sign, at the various faces gathered around, and immediately put two and two together. "Glad to see you've finally... brought something new to the
table
!" He said, placing a hand on the table to emphasize the pun.
"So what's this about, and what 'ave you all been doing?" Joric asked, curious.
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Sir
Brodus
Brodus's eyes narrowed at Soahc's comment, but he didn't say anything for it simply wasn't true, and he knew when someone was trying to bait him. Indeed, this man was clearly a master baiter.
He took the time to size up the other arrivals. Judging by the looks of them, they were both highly skilled and highly lethal. So was he. He had spent the past thirty years killing people, after all, taking their souls and setting them aside for later use, which gave him a massive reserve set aside.
"If this competition will let me take part in the slaughter, I'm in." Brodus said simply.
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Alicia Vendal
After a few minutes of walking, Alicia had finally reached the inn. She opened the door and pushed it open, stepping inside. She wasted no time, and made her way straight to the bar, bypassing the various travellers and adventurers.
When she finally did reach the bar, she looked to the bartender. "I'm here for food, gossip, and directions. What do you have to offer for either of those?"
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
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