Kathy
Craig Gulcher
Stormalong 

After a busy weekend hauling wood Craig decided he needed to take some time off for himself. Riding his horse down one of the older roads in town to a dead end, he made his way to the cock and bulls tavern. As he climbed down he passed the reins to a stable boy. "Put him round back with the rest of the horses. Just leave his tack attached." The would be druglord ordered before barging in for a night of anything but rest and relaxation with the barkeep and wenches.
Rebecca
Sophia Sucher
Stormalong

The pain of losing her brother had been unbearable. To distract herself, the sell-sword had gone out of her way to find the most difficult bounties she could find. It was almost like she had a death wish, wanting to join her brother in the afterlife as she felt she lost a part of her when he was brutally murdered. He was her twin after all. 

Sophia sat among a group of men, who all happened to be sell-swords or similar. Due to the significant amount of coin she had managed to make with her reckless bounties, Sophia decided to gamble most of it away by playing a game one of her acquaintances had made up himself. Taverns were her favourite place to find possible bounties, seeing how many who had quarrels with another would make their way to a drink, leading them to a tavern. 

"Another round on me." She called out as a smirk crawled its way to her lips. It seemed luck was on her side with this new made up game, seeing how she managed to add more coins to her collection rather than losing some. The benefits of playing dirty which none of the others had managed to catch onto for the time being.
Kathy
Craig Gulcher
Stormalong

Having entered the tavern just in time for his favorite drink, Craig bellied up to the bar for the round on the kind stranger who he'd never seen before. "I don't give a rats ass about tabs, man, she just said it's on hers. Pour it up or I'll relocate your nose to the side of your face." That was another problem with this infernal city. Every barkeep he'd met was anal about their tabs, never so much as forgetting a single mug of ale. 

With a grunt of thanks and not so much as a tip for his trouble the hunter settled in to watch the match unfolding. From the looks of things luck wasn't being very fair tonight and had been playing favorites with the stranger. There had to be some trick to it, but as long as she kept the alcohol flowing he didn't care much to point it out or look into it further.
Rebecca
Sophia Sucher
Stormalong

The game was quite basic and simple, something many sellswords favoured as it could be played without difficulty when completely intoxicated. A mug was given to the loser of the previous round so they were forced to start, placing multiple coins into the mug before handing it in a clockwise direction. The others would follow, placing numerous coins into the mug until the last person holding it placed it back into the centre of the table. During each turn, Sophia would glance towards a standing observer who would circle the table each turn, eyeing the amount each player had placed in the cup. He would then discreetly scratch the side of his scalp the amount each would put in, allowing her to 'guess' the correct amount when it was time for each of them to call out a number. 

"Come on you lot, you're disappointing me over here." She laughed light-heartedly before shaking her head amused. She was careful to avoid winning every round, allowing one out of five rounds to be given to one of the men she was playing. It would have become suspicious otherwise if she had won every game. "I have an idea." 

All the men lowered their chatter so they were able to hear this next 'idea'. Sophie looked towards each of the men, her eyes lingering for a couple seconds before moving to the next.

"I find it disappointing that I'm the only one shouting rounds. Next round, the person with the furthest answer has to shout everyone in this tavern. Unless you're too scared that is." She taunted, her gaze finally landing towards the male seated opposite of her, knowing he found it difficult to turn down a challenge.
Paul
**Dustin Olsah**
**Avril's Residence**

Dustin received the gaze steadily. He had noticed the elf ears but didn't care. Anyone who would give him what he wanted was okay on his book... And maybe she reminded him of someone... He couldn't think of them right now though, so soon after the spice.

"Tomorrow night." Dustin repeated. "I can do that." He nodded along to the directions. "I'll prefer product, as well, if it's all the same to you. What if I run into any authorities?"