Karen
William "The merchant"
Fretasburge, Azarya

It is an overstatement to say that the sounds of horses' hooves and metal armor hitting the ground could not he heard from a mile away. And even so, impressive was it regarding how noisy fifty one people were able to make on top of their steeds, and how well equipped they were simply for walking into a bar. Mayhaps the group had second intentions, perhaps not.

At the head of the group, a six feet tall man got off his horse. On him, there was a maximilian style springsteel full plate armor, his maximilian helmet almost as fluted as his chest, arms and many other things. The hardened steel was slightly darkened, but a jupon with a family crest of black and blue colors was visible. It seemed to have a simple eagle head on it's center though, instead of the cliche'd overly drawn figures and symbols that filled many a nobleman's shield.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. It is a pleasure to meet you in this fine day. I, lord Robert Roarobon, shall bring you joy due to my mere presence. I know that for a fact."
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His voice was overly snobbish, and purposefully so in order for his identity not to be recognized. William was impersonating a narcisistical noble this time, and the fully armored men behind him—each with their milanese style full plate—shrugged at what was happening. It was their routine really, to follow their employer around on his errands, occasionally fighting if such was deemed as needed. They were paid well enough for that, and due to their faces being covered by the visors and their usage of similar jupons to William's, they were well disguised as members of house 'Roarobon'.

After all, the merchant knew better than to use the name of a bigger house due to how much attention it would bring to himself, instead choosing an unknown... Barely still existant... Family to impersonate. It was not that hard to pretend to be someone who no one knew, and having fifty fully equipped soldiers, although quite a bit to deal with, did not mean a noble was rich or high in status due to the magnitude of other noble's personal guards in comparison.
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Now with all those soldiers inside the inn with him, William took a quick glance towards them before turning forwards, and sitting down in a stool near the two arguing/talking men. Eavesdropping could prove to be rather useful, as a would be simply talking to them. Without further ado, he ordered a mug of the fanciest of wines available at that specific place, though he did not drink any of it... As doing so would mean he would have to lift his visor, which could potentially blow his cover due to possessing a bounty on his head. Maybe later on William would show himself, but he was not going to do that simply then and there just for the thrill of it.

The soldiers under their employer carried their longswords, daggers and one handed warhammers on themselves, as did William carry his own. Weapons such as halberds, longbows and the sort were still with their horses... Armoured warhorses, if you'd like to be more specific. It was due to simplicity's sake of course, as a building is not the best place to use a polearm in, nor would it allow for the needed time to reload a ranged weapon effectively.

There was an exception to that, as whereas not many people could afford to keep something that few knew about, the merchant did. A tiny little one handed crossbow, mini really, hidden inside a small bag the swordsman trader had on himself alongside it's bolts. That could come in handy. Still, if things werento come down to it, he knew that in that specific place melee was most advised.
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Breaking the moment of silence in order to turn towards Levi, 'Robert' opened his mouth to speak in the same condescending tone that had been used mere moments ago, keeping true to his false identity. Years of training on how to disguise yourself do pay off every once in a while, no?
"What are your names, gentlemen? And how come do the two of you talk in such a... Spot filled with bad bodily odors, specially vomital fluids and old ale?"

He seemed not to be afraid of them asking the reason as to why *He* Was there though, seemimgly having an answer for that already. Everything was planned, and luckily nothing would turn out badly in such a short and inconspicuous encounter amongst outlaws.
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Thinking to himself as he said those words, the man remained attentive of his surroundings. Getting caught whilst not ready for it was not going to be fine and dandy, and William did like his head quite a bit, specially the fact that it remained between his shoulders. Being beheaded was not something nice! That much he knew, even though he had personally beheaded a few foes that just wouldn't yield and kept fighting. The merchant had been made to do many things he did not want to... And yet, he did them again and again. However, as there is always a good side of things, it is worthy to mention how merciful he is to downed and surrendered enemies, and almost never keeps prisoners except for nobles, generals and those higher up in the chains of command... The ones who keep people's freedom on a leash.
*"I wonder if this is the outlaw creating a new bandit group that I have heard about? Eclipse, I believe... Or new dawn? I'll have to check with my sources later. Either way, I would be interesting if so, and mayhaps I can help to have them supplied. Undoubtedly though, his answer here should matter... I do not want to do business with someone who wouldn't be actually paying me due to not keeping his word."*
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The ponder was mental of course, unable to be heard since only his own brain was knowing of it. So unless Levi knew how to read minds, the line of thinking would be unknown to him... Specially since his visor was good enough to cover his face from being analyzed or recognized. Still, it was harsh to be willing to deal with murderers for profit... Heck, the thought of doing that occasionally made the merchant sigh in deep analysis of what he had done.

The male was not forcing them to do anything after all, was he? All he did was give them tools... And they decided what to do with those tools. He couldn't discriminate who he sold to! Sure, the merchant would help people in need if he saw them getting robbed and the sort, but it wasn't the case here. All that he was doing, was seeking a business partner to exchange profit... Regardless of where the 'profit' came from.
Clara
Levi Cortez
Fretasburge, Azarya
Levi heard the beat of the horses long before he witnessed the men enter. He nodded at the men sitting at all of the corner tables, and laid his hand on his own weapons. As the man took his seat like he owned the place. Levi leaned close and laid a rag in the man's hand. 

"You will not find a soul that will recognize you as lord among us. If it does not suit you then take yourself away. I am simply saving you the trouble from finding this out with a blade inserted in your ribs. And my name is Leviticus." Levi said, before settling back into his seat, and took a sip of his ale. "This tavern is a haven where all men are equal. There are no nobles nor kings, no gods among men. Only people, separated by the work they do. If you think the soldiers will scare us, you will discover differently. All of us have sharp blades and quick feet." As Levi said this, he gestured for fresh wine to be brought to the table. As the young servant sauntered down to the table, many men slowly let their fingers relax from where they rested on tempered steel. 

"We talk here because there is no other place with food that can warm your belly as this place. I trust all of the men around me with my life. " Levi said, standing up and getting a bowl and scooping some of the soup from the kettle by the fire. He sat down and spun his spoon down his fingers before spooning some in his mouth. "What business do you have here, Robert?"
Karen
William "The merchant"
Fretasburge, Azarya

The rag in his hands was something to be examined at that moment, and the eyes of 'Robert' lingered on it for quite a bit before turning to the criminal, gauntlet-clad fingers palpating the textile in search of anything of worth or danger that could be in the peculiar, most likely dirty and ragged rag.

"Good. I was getting bored of this impersonation already... It sure is odd to pretend to be a snob cunt who gets taxes from their locals. But, the disguise helps with concealment I suppose. And hey, I do believe you fell for it did you not?"
Chuckling lightly, he lifted his visor in order to be able to—barely due to how the helmet was designed—drink some of the wine he had ordered previously, putting the mug back on the table with a thud. 

"I probably should not have ditched the disguise so early, but there are moments when you just stop giving a damn for a second or two, right? Either way, my business is that I wish to give your folk quite a few goods, if you have got the coin that is. Poisons for you to use on your weapons, repair kits, armoury itself, supplies, ships, even my 'magic joy dust' that so many customers have taken a liking to and whatnot... Whatever it is that you desire, and can pay me back for with currency. Currency and assistance to take down the rulers of this land with as minimal innocent bloodshed as you can achieve. I would prefer if there was no bloodshed, but sometimes soldiers can get too thrilled for their own good with battle at times."
An eye turned to look Levi up and down, another gulp of the fancy wine being heard.

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"As you may have connected the dots already, my name is not Robert. However, if you would insist on an introduction, call me..."

Knowing how to put emphasis on what he judged as being in need of a place of honor in his speech, like any good orator his voice turned deeper as his next words rang through the air.
"...The merchant."