Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-11457306-20141031004810

Kasra and Conall entered the Tavern shortly after the big guy with the scar on his face.

"This better be worth it," said Conall as he held the door open for her.

"No promises," said Kasra. "I said it was an opportunity, that's all.  It's not my fault that last one turned out to be a bust."

Conall sighed. "No, I guess not."

The pair chose a table against the back wall so they could watch for their potential employer, set their packs on the floor and ordered a meal and a pitcher of ale from the serving wench. Conall pulled his hood back and applied himself to his meal, his eyes scanning the room. Kasra ate more daintily and read faces, trying to determine who their contact might be.