Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-13615389-20141031030053

An old man in tattered robes floated into the tavern after the doors seemed to have just blown open for no apparent reasons. The levitating man made his way to what he presumed was the mercenary meeting, approaching the others who were sitting.

"I apologize for my latency." He said, not looking the others in the eye. "This is for the job featured in the Black Horse, I presume?" He asked to Anders, who happened to be seated next to him.