Nathaniel gave the bird-man a sideways glance when he leaned in, hardly seeming to react to the inquiry he gave. But his icy stare said otherwise. Lusala stated his name, giving Nathaniel reason to return the gesture, "Nathaniel." he said lowly, taking another sip. He could tell another few had entered the tavern, but didn't draw attention to it as he kept to himself. The last thing he needed was to be kicked out of town.<br/><br/>Hearing a voice above the rest, Nathaniel turned his head, looking at a very small man, a Halfling if he knew any better. He listened, intrigue would have shown on his face if not for his mask, but he wasn't the type for showing emotions. Removing himself from his seat and setting the alcohol down, he made his way towards the short man. Two men, another short fellow, and what he could only guess as a human, but he could be wrong, had already asked for the job. He slunk forward after they stepped aside. He heard 200 coin, and his eyes sparked. 'That would be enough for weeks in the higher-ups. Where does a Halfling get that kind of loot?' He wondered, but made no sign as he spoke up, "How long of a trip is this? What route are you taking?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">The short man gazed up at the dark skinned figure, looking him up and down as a farmer does a sow. "Only route North there is lad. One of those Drell eh? Don't see much of your kind, but you got a good background from what I hear. At least half of it. Why should I hire you?"</span><br/><br/>Nathaniel's eyes narrowed; he wasn't expecting the Halfling to know what he was, or even be willing to speak with him for that matter. "I can kill any man or beast that stands between you and your goal, for the right price, of course."<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"Don't try to frighten me in my own lair, Drell. I named the price, and you came to me so it's obviously good. If you're as good as you say then be at the front gate this coming morn. Return with my payment, and you will receive yours."</span><br/><br/>Nathaniel folded his arms, "Fine then, till tomorrow." He returned to his spot and took a large, final gulp of his beer before slamming it down on the counter. He got himself a job, now to make sure he didn't kill anyone that wasn't meant to be killed. That might be an issue, considering his temper.