<div style="text-align: center;">[<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=15&amp;t=45948">OOC</a>]</div><br/><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Hey you, you listen," Tom slurred at the bartender, who looked like he was torn between wanting to sell the drunk guy some more booze, and throwing him out before said booze would come splattering down on his somewhat clean floor. In the end, he went with his first option, and poured Tom another mug of beer. The young man lifted it to toast the entire tavern, only spilling a little.<br/><br/>"Lishen," he shouted at everyone and no one. "Brick layin' is for nerds! And so is guarding! Whaddo we guard? Das right, nusshin! Nusshin worth guardin'! What we <span style="font-style: italic">really</span> need," he continued in a confidential tone, swinging around on his bar stool to face a handsome fellow, who also looked like he had had more than a drink or ten, "are <span style="font-style: italic">monster hunters.</span> Y'know, brave, lood-gookin' guys like you 'n me, out in the wild slaying beasts before they have a chance to get here!" He smacked his palm on the knee of the other after having finished his little speech. Tom, in his inebriated, newly-fired state, was more than certain that this was the perfect idea for getting some cash. If only he had the perfect partner - the stranger in front of him - everything was going to go with buttery ease.</div></div>