Betsey
*Cathal Murphy finds himself located within the Pig Hat tavern located within the city of Javad. Often frequented by the local guard and soldiers wintering within the city this tavern happens to also be a popular location for mercenaries looking for work from the town guard. Luckily for Murphy, his work earlier with the town guard earned him just enough good will to get a meeting within this establishment with one of the sergeants of the town guard - AKA soldiers capable of giving out work to mercenaries. They are located within a booth in the corner of the establishment, the sergeant helping himself to a tall tankard of ale and a well cooked ham-hock and herb sauce.*

*Murphy also has a tall tankard of ale, and a plate containing some toasted bread and a thick ham-hock covered in herb sauce. The only utensil provided is a knife. Their booth is located right next to a window which allows for easy views into the road beyond which is packed with people going back and forth, the ditches on either side of the road full of the nasty gunk thrown out of chamber pots from second story windows.*
Martin
*Cathal looked around the place, seeing a women throw waste from a second story window. Cathal takes a sip of his ale before asking* "So got any idea where those other bandits came from? Because only one of them was on the wanted list, and that was the murderer." *Cathal was interested in where the murderer had joined the bandits. Where they friends? Fellow gang members? He could only wonder how the murderer got extra help.*
Betsey
*Swallowing a bite of pork and washing it down with a hefty chug of ale the sergeant replies* "The fuckers like to be with their kin, that's why i'd imagine he left town and went up to join with the local banditry. Big cities like us tend to generate a lot of criminals who'd rather take their chances in the middle o fucking no where then try to avoid us that's for sure!" *He laughs heartily before stuffing his mouth with more of the pork, ripping the meat off the bone with his yellowed teeth.*
Martin
*Cathal took a moment to think. If he was a murderer on the run, he would most likely want to get help too, so you cant be easily killed. Cathal then asked* "Do you guys have any ideas on where bandit gangs might be? These guys where wearing cloaks, could that be a uniform of sort?" *This was a complete guess, Cathal didn't know too much on how bandit groups work, since he was a house lords son, and was raised all his life to be a soldier and leader of his house. He was only taut about enemy's like soldiers, knights, and ect, not bandits.*
Betsey
*He responds with a laugh and wipes off the pork grease from around his mouth with a rag as he looks thoughtful for a moment before stating* "Well, if we knew where they were then they wouldn't be there anymore! So to answer your question, yes, we have a singular lead and that's why *You* Wanted to talk with me right? So you could get some good ole silver. And no, I don't know if the cloaks are some kind of uniform - but if it's any consolation it'll be your job to find out." *Pausing momentarily to eat the last of the pork from the bone and chugging the last of his ale he says* "If you want the job you'll have to come down to the barracks and I can debrief you better, since you haven't really eaten your food i'll leave you be - better not hear about you wasting any of it!" *With that finished he stands up from his seat, pushes his way through the crowd, and out the tavern doors into the street.*
Martin
Cathal: *Cathal finished his food in a couple of minutes. He then stood up and walked into the street. He preferred walking through the city, since there were larger crowds, and he didn't want to accidentally trample someone. Then Cathal realised he had no idea where the barracks was. Cathal looked around to see if there was anybody who might know, but as he was looking around, he bumped into someone.*