"Pleasure doing business with you, lad." The old man handed over a drawstring bag with bits of gold, silver, and a few copper. Aspen nodded to the man, before turning on his heel and walking out the door of the shop. Aspen then took a left and headed towards the Prancing Dragon to see if anyone was there today.<br/><br/>Aspen had arrived at Alisar three days prior, but there were no willing warriors, yet. He stepped into the Prancing Dragon and walked over to the bartender. When the bartender noticed him he said, "Back again, lad? Want another pint of ale?"<br/><br/>Aspen just nodded and handed over two bits of gold to the man. The man leaned over the bar and said in a low voice, "You have someone of similar quest in your corner now." That interested Aspen greatly, so he nodded and turned on his heel to head to his designated corner.<br/><br/>There was someone sitting there,<span style="color: #00FF00">Finally... someone to go to the Fog with me... I wish more would show though...</span>Aspen went to the table and sat across from him before bluntly saying,<span style="color: #00FF00">"Do thee wish to enter the Fog?"</span><br/><br/>While waiting for the answer, Aspen took his katanas and placed them against the wall - sheath and all.  They were in pure black sheaths with gold and silver etchings, the hilts are slightly worn since their last changing. Though it was a little disconcerting to see two ten foot swords, no matter how skinny they were compared to a broad sword.