The doors to the Tavern were thrown open as a group of five rough looking highway men came into the establishment, and either intentional or by chance, were in a lose diamond like formation as one in particular was in front and speaking to the rest who were behind him.<br/><br/><br/>“ I haven’t been to this... Turning Leaf...calm brush? Ahh Feck all.... never been to this  spot myself but I suppose it will do...considering how the weather is shite and continuing on isn’t an option...,” a rather deep and rough voice was heard, “ Look what we have here though mates... a bird song cage it seems — some heroes in the corner...a few wenches... interesting...,”<br/><br/><br/>“Aye Madigan...Aye... sounds like a bunch of frost flakes to me dancing round’ with the whole lot..,” said another, speaking to the man who most would assume to be this ‘ Madigan’ that was already looking at those present and the keep itself.<br/><br/><br/>“ Blah ha ha ha ha ha!” Laughed a third, “ Aye snerr flaykes indueed Gon — bit of a piss pot Aye?!”<br/><br/><br/>“ Now now mates...,” the one named Madigan said, “ Pipe down the commentary just yet as after all we are guests... guests indeed,” he then piped up ——- “ Where the feck hell is the bar keep — I require 5 ale,” as he threw a pile of coins on to the main counter that clattered as they hit the surface.<br/><br/><br/>Madigan was dressed in a light cuirass with an inner chain mail under shirt, and long leather greaves and matching bracers. He also wore a thick black cloak that loosely draped around him with a sword belt where a traditional long sword along with a short sword set were at the ready for a right handed draw. The rest of his companions wore a similar set up and each with a branded wolf’s paw printed upon the left breast of their cuirasses. To someone who was more affiliated with the far northern lands, they would quickly identify them as those bearing the crest of House Ghal Du Bregh, an infamous and hated war lord who had allied himself with the black king of the Dark Marsh, whose infamous means of force included shear brutality and unimaginable crimes.<br/><br/>It was never good when a band such as these arrived anywhere and it wouldn’t have an exception here amongst the revelers and travelers. Madigan had the face of murder to his disposition and from the right scar that started from the top of his forehead down to the split of his pointy chin, it was a good guess he was no stranger to violence.  The other men who had not spoken yet were Pyrus, Clavendor, Avadel, and the forth who had the previous interaction was Vusus, a rather illiterate and contemptible looking man with a left cocked crow’s eye that beamed the resonance of his insanity along with an unkept smell of a greasy pig.