Kathy
Craig Gulcher
Stormalong

"Well now that's just plain untrue." He said with a wounded expression in regards to her comments. "Plenty of folks love stories. Hell there's festivals and shit just for that kind of thing. Now if maybe you're trying to keep a secret or two that would be much more understandable." He added, watching as she glanced around a time or two and grinning. Surely she wasn't as bold as that... 

"How about I tell you a bit about myself instead then? Names Craig. Craig Gulcher. Born and reared in the lovely countryside well away from this miserable excuse for a city I've had the misfortune of finding myself in. Still it's not all that bad. I've got a few friends here and there tucked away." He paused to take s pull from his mug. "What about you? You look like the friendly sort. Hell I'd take it you've got a friend or two here right now watching us play." In reality he had no clue if she had someone watching, if she did he figured he'd have to watch his back later on.
Rebecca
Sophia Sucher
Stormalong

Sophia let out an annoyed sigh as 'Craig' continued to talk, telling her his story about his life. Not that she asked for it but what could she do? She couldn't exactly cut out his tongue while surrounded by many witnesses, she would have to focus on finishing the game so she could leave before more questions were asked. When the mug was placed in front of her, Sophia took it into her hands and placed a few coins into it. From what Antonio told her, there were 25 coins so far and with her added coins, that brought the number to 31. "You talk too much." 

Inhaling deeply, she handed the mug to the next person before reaching her hand behind her head to rub the back of her neck. "But if it will shut you up, the name's Sophia Sucher. And my story? I like to kill for a living and so did my brother, so we decided to become sell-swords. There isn't much to it. I found myself here after completing a job and decided to spend the night drinking my sorrows away while gambling. The life to live."
Kathy
Craig Gulcher
Stormalong

Craig raised an eyebrow as she spoke, grinning as he reevaluated the stranger who'd identified herself as Sophia. Assuming she actually did enjoy killing as she'd said he didn't feel as if he should push her too far. That being said he was in public, and if all else failed he could always ask the knife ear he'd taken to working with to put a hex on her or something. 

"Well now there's a pretty story. What'd the two of you carve up? Or should I ask who?" He added, unable to keep from pushing his luck when the alcohol was flowing and the tavern was full.
Rebecca
Sophia Sucher
Stormalomg

"You don't stop asking questions, don't you?" She questioned Craig with an agitated tone, wishing he would shut himself up before she lost her temper. Taking calming breaths, she noticed the mug was once again placed in the middle, filled close to the top with coins. "But if you must know, his name was Samuel Fienster. He got himself involved with the wrong people and owed money. A fun hunt I must say. He was very difficult to catch." 

As she spoke, her eyes glanced around the crowd, landing on Antonio a few times before bringing her attention back to the men around her. Reaching towards the mug, Sophia took it by the handle and poured the coin onto the table. "Before we count, let's say our guesses."
Robert
David Bradshawe
Village on the outskirts of the Audeamus Forest

David huffed as he finally stepped into the village square, the pale man slightly tired from the long walk. He took a brief moment to look around, wondering where these damned commonfolk where dragging him. "Where?" Is all he said to the man in which he was following, who had a look of urgency on his face.

The random peasant motioned, and then hurried over to a nearby house. He called over his shoulder "This way!" He stood at the destination, waiting as David made his way over rather quickly. "It don't look good." Random peasant said, and then stepped aside so that David could get a good look.

David entered the room, and looked around. His eyes settled on the injured figure laying on something that could be called a bed. A quick look at the injured person's legs told the man everything he needed to know. "Leave. All but the injured." He demanded, and then sighed. "Don't enter until I leave. I will.. Do what is possible." He waited until the final person left, and then he walked to the bedside. "Close your eyes. Do not worry. You will live."

The man on the bed let out a whimpering noise, probably one of pain from his crushed legs, which were given to him by a rather rude tree. The man did as was requested of him, closing his eyes.

The pale man said nothing else as he began his work, doing his best to try to save the man's legs. He had to use both fire and his healing abilities. The healing he used to try to fix the man's bones. The fire he used to close the skin, and as he'd learned previously, scare off infection.