War'nak sat in the corner and watched the tavern with his keen eyes. He wore his scared plate armor with pride, though he ofter wore a large cloak to cover it. As he did now, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. His Katana, however had drawn interest by a few patrons. Not many in these lands had ever seen such a sword. And even still, the sword was made of a strange silver metal they could not identify. His gaze swung to the bar master as he spoke to a stranger.<br/><br/>"Aye. The Merchants Guild be hirin' guards for a convoy north. There be rumors of the Red Hands that'a way. Talk to the fella in the corner with the sword. He knows more."<br/>The bar tender turned to help another customer as War'nak studied the strangers gear.<br/><br/>"Hmm. A fighter to be sure." he said to himself.<br/><br/>(Sorry for the long wait my friend. I apparently for got to turn on the notifications for my post. Please forgive my rudeness.)