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[AbstractTraitorHero]

Geliebte looks around the tavern nonchalantly looking for something to do someone to chat with.

[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn is also at the inn. He's pretty much just sitting around bored.

Taros waves at Caderyn.

Caderyn waves back.

[Sanure]

Well, the smith also follows the general architecture of the location, made of hewn stone bricks, a simple force nestled into a side wall, an a crude iron anvil adorning the gate into the open building. iron and bronze weapons can be seen sticking out of the tops of barrels and hanging from the walls. does not seem like a smith is around this early in the morning, however.

[Nakéen]

Caderyn waves back.

Taros slaps the palm of his hand on his forehead, and waves at Caderyn to come.

Can I offer you a drink ?

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr notes both facts and returns to the inn, where he sits with Ishtari.

[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn frowns at the gesture, but moves toward him anyway. "Of course.

Have we been introduced? I can't remember, if so."

[Nakéen]

"We haven't, we were in different wagons. Your gear caught my attention, and I just got curious in the midst of boredom. Also, can't say you didn't distinguish yourself back then, during the caravan stop."

Taros extends his hand as a greeting gesture :
"Call me Taros."

[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn shakes his hand with a powerful grip, though he doesn't deliberately go for a crushing grip. "Caderyn Corraidhin, if you missed it."

[Nakéen]

Taros offers a seat to Caderyn, and pushes a mug of beer toward him.

"If you are not in a hurry, I would just like to chat a little. You see, I noticed you have many weapons, are you a weapon master ?"

[Chevaleresse]

"Hah! Indeed I am, I'm glad you noticed. Anything you name, I can wield it, or figure out how with a few moments' practice." He takes a deep drink off the mug.

[kj1225]

Beorhtric had been walking around the town, simply exploring a little. Finally he arrives back at the church. He looks up to check the suns position before shrugging and going in to see if he could find Syrgan.

[Nakéen]

"Impressive, you must be really gifted in the arts of weapons. I for one, only ever had talent for the sword, so I specialized in the art of the sword."

He takes a sip of beer.

"How did you end up being recruited for this expedition ? Judging from your gear and look, I would say you are a mercenary rather than a soldier. Correct me if I am wrong."

[Chevaleresse]

"Seeking fortune and glory, of course. The Church decided that someone of my martial prowess was absolutely indispensable on an expedition like this, and so they made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Someone observant might notice that his expression and intonation seemed a bit off toward the middle of his statement.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Geliebte leans agasint the tavern wall looking slightly bored.
"Where the hell....did beohtric rum off too...."

[Chevaleresse]

She could probably notice Caderyn blustering over at another table.