The leader of the men stepped forth with a hearty clank. He was stubbly, stocky man, with creased, tanned skin. "I'm Captain Wendell of the King's Riders. I'm scouring for a band of desperate souls to lend their aid to king and country in a mission of utmost importance."<br/><br/>The rest of the men made their way along the wall to a table in the corner and motioned for a server while their boss made his recruitment spiel. They didn't want to appear too intimidating by looming about the common room.<br/><br/>A few of the other patrons looked his way, but continued with their drinks, their meals, their games. Noticing the lack of response, he stomped over to the notice board and looked at the lack of job postings. "Not much here for adventurer's looking for a living. It'd be an incredible opportunity to work for the crown... a sizable monetary reward, and the promise of consistent future employment, if you so choose."<br/><br/>He set his hands on his hips and tried to grin cordially. "Mind, we're not recruiting for the army, or for some kind of bandit hunting posse. Things are changing. The crown is sending calls out to all corners of the kingdom for freelancers, a decentralized, part-time network of agents to keep an eye out on troubles brewing. The more conventional agents of the crown are busy with the established towns and outposts. But we're looking to found new strongholds. Re-explore corners of our country that have lain forgotten for too long. Reclaim artifacts of our heritage from the lost cities of our predecessors. In fact, there's a ruin not too far from these parts with some treasures of the old kingdom that the king would like recovered. A simple task, that would prove your worth to take on more important tasks."<br/><br/>He takes a few steps back towards the door and folds his arms.<br/><br/>"Any takers?" He scans around the room. He nods at Andre. "How about you, good sir? You look like you can handle just about anything out in the woods. Maybe you got some friends you can bring with you?"