Tim
Unlike most other taverns found around Lucidien, especially in the southern kingdoms, Crasmere was a quiet and calm town. At night time, the same was true. There were very little civilians walking along the streets of the town, and even as Ivan and Analvi entered the local tavern The Wayfinder's Rest, there were only a handful of patrons within. The light from the fireplace was bright enough to light the whole room, and make the interior feel warm and welcoming. The smell of stew cooking filled the air, and most within the tavern had a bowl themselves. There were only a handful, but a genasi bartender was cleaning tankards at the bar when his eyes rose to meet the two new patrons.

"Welcome to the Wayfinder's Rest, travelers." Taking note of each individual, the fire genasi's eyes seemed to darken slightly. The weapons and strong visage of both Ivan and Analvi were enough to make any store owner nervous. Clearing his throat, the man set down one of the many clean tankards and started on another before speaking plainly once more, "I hope you mean no trouble here. Anything I can get for either of you?" Leaning over the bar, the man eyed the two travelers with a wary eye, though he himself looked rather tired and disheveled. Dressed in leather and cloth, the bartender had dark hair and stood rather tall, though not nearly as much as Ivan. As a fire genasi, his hair was like an inferno atop his head, dancing like a performer in waves and flickers.

Patrons around the tavern seemed to take notice of Ivan and Analvi as well, some quickly averting their eyes and others making sure their coin was secure on their side. The bartender seemed to avoid needing to look up to Ivan as they neared the bar, and instead focused on the she-elf that was closer to his height.
Sharon
𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓, 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊. **巨大**
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As soon as the doors to the tavern had opened, the contrast from the inside to outside was night and day. Outside of Wayfinder's Rest, you'd find yourself quite isolated in the dark roads, crickets being your only company. Whereas inside, even though it wasn't too alive, it was more warm, bustling, and the fireplace made it so much cozier. Ivan appreciated the place, gazing around for a moment to see everyone look up in fear to his stature; a stare he was quite used to as a goliath wanderer. Hearing the voice of the tavern owner, Ivan's eyes would gaze back to the bar, walking towards it as his large footsteps creaked the floorboards of the small place.

Despite him trying not to talk to Ivan, he ignored this fact and spoke anyway; however if Analvi wanted to add anything she could.

"We're mercenaries, here for someone about a missing brother."

As always, his voice had bass but was delivered politely. He wasn't trying to make enemies here, even if his goliath features allowed others to prejudice against that. Ivan found it funny, to be honest. Even when the Tavern Owner was trying to talk to Analvi instead of him, it was truthfully her that was more bloodlusted and vicious, making *Her* The one to be scared of. I guess they both had feats of their own that ignited fear, however. With Ivan being a literal behemoth, and Analvi's mysterious but sinister aura, even if it was hard to detect at first.

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Lola
闇 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢 𝐕𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐚 
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As described in Ivan's post, the contrast from the eerie, quiet night into the warm, cozy tavern was quite apparent, though not significant enough for the woman to really take note of. Taverns were taverns, after-all.
She took a brief look around the building, checking any areas whereby she could escape easily if things went south alongside analyzing every single person present to see if they carried any weaponry - not that they'd really know, considering her eyes were hidden behind black cloth. She continued on with Ivan towards the bar counter, now facing the bartender as they finalized their approach; in comparison to her best friend's extremely large and loud footsteps, Analvi's would be notably silent, as though she wasn't even walking where she was.

*"I could also do with a shot of your strongest drink, friend."*

The woman would tack on in a relatively neutral tone after Ivan had done his brief introduction, a small smirk on her face as she pulled her coin purse up from beneath her coat. Despite everyone's weariness of Ivan and the actuality being that Analvi possessed a far more bloodlusted attitude towards life in comparison to him, the dark elf wasn't gonna slaughter the entire tavern for no reason; alongside that was the fact that the tavern owner was clearly just... A regular dude running his thing, so that's even more reason to not do anything.
But moving on, she'd await the tavern owner's response once both her and Ivan had spoken.
Tim
Immediately as Ivan spoke up about the missing person's notice, the fire genasi's bright orange eyes lit up with concern. "You're here about Niellan?" The bartendar barely heard Analvi's order before he quickly dashed to a door behind the bar, shouting out for another name the pair of mercenaries would recognize from the notice; Ardal, the missing man's brother and local hunter of Crasmere. "Ardal! Ardal, someone's here about Niellan!" The fire genasi quickly jogged back over to Ivan and Analvi, pouring each of them a glass of ale on the house. Additionally, he offered a shot to the she-elf, making it obvious he had heard her intial request. "Firebrand, my own recipe. Trust me when I say you might want a chaser with it." Nodding to Analvi, the shot glass contained what looked like fire, similar to the hair atop the bartender's head. "Ardal will be out soon. The drinks are on the house."

Offering a stern nod to both Ivan and Analvi, the bartender went back to cleaning tankards before a second man burst through the doorway the genasi had shouted through. Glancing around, he took immediate notice of the two mercenaries, and walked around the bar to greet them face to face. "You two? You're here about Niellan? Have you found him?" The man who was obvious Ardal looked disheveled, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. Ardal was a tall and muscular looking tiefling man, skin as red as blood along with curled horns atop his head and a tail sprouting from behind his form. Breathing rather heavily, he almost looked as though he were about to pass out from stress. 

"If... If you haven't begun searching and have come for information I can offer you all I know."
Sharon
𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓, 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊. **巨大**
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As soon as Ivan had stated the words 'missing brother', nothing really lit up the tavern more than the fire genasi's own eyes. In fact, it changed the mood of the place completely. From once a quiet but cozy tavern, turned into an uproar as the bartender practically yelled for Ardal. It was a name Ivan knew, less about his hunter status and more about the name of the poster. As a wanderer, Ivan wasn't going to remember each and every individual. And besides, this is his first time in Crasmere. Ivan would kinda snicker lightly due to Analvi getting cut off, however once the two had returned from out the back, his expression was back to normal.
So, this missing person's name was Niellan, huh?

Ivan watched closely as the bartender poured him a glass of ale, on the house it seems since he was quick to slide it his way. Catching the tankard, the goliath's hand was holding it with three fingers as he took a hearty sip, finishing the whole thing. It appeared this bar didn't have 'goliath' sized cups, because he practically had the same order as Analvi's — a shot. Depending on what happened these next few moments, Ivan would just kinda stand there whilst Analvi did whatever. It wasn't like he could sit down or anything - he'd decimate a stool and then the floorboards underneath it from the impact of the fall. However, when this 'Ardal' did finally come out, Ivan didn't perk up. Instead, his predator-like eyes would flick towards the individual, before slowly allowing his head to follow along.

"We have not found the individual."

**"Yet."**

Swinging the tankard around on his index finger, the goliath would fling it towards the bartender to catch as he would step closer to the bar; although not out of threat, but moreso the fact that Ivan needed to hear every bit of information he had, so the duo could make this job quick and be on to Dasvaz.

"We'll need information, and then we'll be off to find him as soon as we do. Also..."

Ivan would look over to Analvi before looking back to the tiefling.

"What's the pay lookin' like?"

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