Out side of the inn near the city's main road a knight clad in pitch black armor intimidating sat, leaning on a raised fist while watching the early morning rabbles of town. S/he was a common sight either in the bar or around the inn, always a striking figure. The Death Knights mere presents normally up held the peace with out the need of guards in the area. For who would be foolish enough to act up while a honorable villain sat near with sword in hand?<br/><br/>Oh course most who lived in the town knew better, Alistair was a force of pure destruction to be feared for sure, but s/he also was a honorable warrior and sellsword, always looking for hire to honorable goals. This morning was no different, the knight was growing weary of stagnant air, food, and drink. S/he needed something to kill, something to fight, something to travel for. With that goal in mind a rumor from the bar last night had Alistair watching for a band of mercenaries.<br/><br/>And as if on que a band of misfits came down from the castle, Alistair watched and listen trying to catch who they were. Besides armed there wasn't a lot to go on. A stoke of luck had them run into a dirty and raggedy man, terrified he ran away and was immediately stopped by... a root? What a sad way to die. The armored man, a knight perhaps, pulled a knife on the foolish man ready to slit his throat while whispering, dealing perhaps? S/he couldn't hear what was said, not even a Death Knight senses were that keen. But when the man, a Alchemist it seemed joined the group Alistair smirked a bit. This was definitely the group rumored about.<br/><br/>Alistair stood up and grabbed the one handed black blade and giant ebony and ivory skull shield that had rested near by before walking out to the group. S/he was clad from neck to toe in bolsters black armor with gold detail, smooth and rounded in design to glance off blades, all mounted on black chain mail under armor with black silken cloth to help hide leg movement but not impede it. A fortress of defense s/he strided with confidences but not arrogance to the group ignoring all else, wasting no time to call out to them with a voice that was low and full of grit, yet still held feminine traces with in it while being full, commanding, and direct,<b>"So, rumors were true. Someone has been putting together a group of armed individuals. What ever is going on,  I want in."</b>