April
*A late evening sunset blesses the land of Mentia once more. It's houses and buildings begining to light their torches and lanterns for the coming night.*

*Among said buildings sat a tavern, as average as one could hope for in a war torn country as this. It's walls having seen better days, but holding strong none the less.*

*Inside is the usual late night crowd of folk. Old men, bellowing brutes, and scheming youngsters. Among them, a wolf, stood up on his hign legs. An odd sight, if you didn't know what a beastkin was. He was stood at one end of the room, carefully inspecting a board with various papers stamped to it. A job board, for the adventuring folk to make cash.*
Norma
Carlyn had been sitting around, playing her flute like a beast. She's getting decently good at playing extremely quickly with these vicious melodies on such an instrument. The Dog already had assignments for herself lined up for months to come, so for now, in her spare time she is entertaining the bar with her music.

Her and her party had been regailed as heroes in the village where they had been staying. Of men, and shrooms, and even robots. Likewise, her image was known to the villagers and her music had been heard before.
April
*Noisy... It was hard to even think. More so considering the man's dog ears that sit a top his head.*

*He was a traveler, and hadn't been in town long. Not long enough to learn of it's heros anyways.*

*For now, the dog gives up on his search for a job. He approaches, aiming to get a closer look at the woman. Now actively listening to the musical notes she combined and threw into the crowd. For now, he'd stand and wait, his presence apparent yet politfully patient.*
Michael
Oh I just realized it's Grey's birth
Norma
Carlyn caught eye of Grey, giving a quick transition into an even quick finale. It was really impressive the way she played. In fact, she likely couldn't play slower and softer songs even if she wanted to. It's a bit funny. 

The gold eyed dog kemono looked towards Grey and studied him for a moment. Sure doesn't look like a villager. Too big and... Well, you think she'd recognize someone like this giant dog fellow in a village like this.

"Not from here. Are you an adventurer?" She asked after a moment of starting at him. She definitely seemed... *Interested* By the appearance. Her tail sways back and forth with curiosity. So weird. Kind of cute, though.
April
*Grey's ears perked as she seemed to of spoken to him. The furred man crossing his arms with a nod.*
"Sword for hire."

*He then points to the kemono.*
"Impressive ability. Abit fast for old ears though."
*His wolf ears seemed to twitch as if on command. Perhaps hard to see due to his raised height though. He extends a hand to the woman then, his hand quite big as well.*
"Grey. You?"
Norma
"I see."
Carlyn thought for a moment about the last sellswords in the village. She brutalized them completely with her party. Truthfully she hated doing it, and tried to dispell those thoughts. Unfortunately, though, they did have a job economy to upkeep. 

Regardless, his hand was shaken and she gave a sweet smile to him. 

"My name's Carlyn, of Kadho. I'm a Sellspear from Kadho but I wound up here in pursuit of work. I... Wouldn't recommend trying to find jobs here, though. I heard the last ones who tried to get work here were almost turned inside out by a rivaling band."

"The job market is fierce here because of some things that make it pay greatly."
April
*The wolf seemed to give Carlyns advice some thought. It made sense, considering the state of things here. Greed will get the best of any man.*
"Well met, Carlyn."

*The admittance of which gave Grey a feeling of guilt. It was the business of sellswords to kill for profit after all.*
"Dangerous times then... Great riches to be made. Thanks."

*He nodded in appreciation for her words.*
"Will keep an eye out for them."
Norma
Mfw I passed out.

"Right. I should mention ahead of time that I... Uh... Might be part of that rivaling band?"

Carlyn gave a sort of nervous grin at Grey, and added, "Though slaughtering rivals isn't my idea. I do it because that's what the other two decide on, and it nets me more money. I would rather not hurt anyone at all if I could help it."