“Well now what is this?” Ishan mumbles quietly to himself, peeking over his folded hands form a corner of the bar. Over his years of traveling he had seen many sights, the ice-lands of the Nords home, the steppes of the Khans but the sights of bars never ceased to amaze him.  Here he was in a major city granted but a female recruiting mercenaries was not something one saw every day. Ishan closed up the book that he had sat on the table, putting it in a belt pocket. He had served with mercenary companies before but never one lead by a woman, the chance to add that under his belt was a rather interesting proposition, a real chance to gain some renown.<br/><br/>Gathering up some of his things he made his way over to the table where the woman sat, taking a seat across from her and flashing a rather charming smile “My dear, it seems to me you are looking for mercenaries and I would assume that you are searching for the best are you not?” he asks his fingers pressing their tips into each other as he rested his elbows on the table. For a mercenary she was a rather stunning woman by comparison to most other he had crossed paths with. He leaned back a little making his leather breastplate creak with his movement.  “Let me tell you what you get if you sign me on, I have no bounty on my head, I have my own horse, will supply my own armor, and I can guarantee you I am one of the best archers you have ever seen.” He says his Sarranid accent making itself known on the longer sentences. “I am a shrewd trader, a great rider and know the basics of swordplay” he continues letting the ideas linger. “And you look like the type of woman who could appreciate added income and a keen mind to keep your books and inventory balanced.”<br/><br/>The man folds his hands and paces them on the table “Yes you seem like a very smart woman, not one to let such an opportunity pass you by, and all I ask in return for all I can offer you is a chance at greatness, a chance to let my name be known, the reasons for this I wish to keep for myself but a woman like you does not seem like it would matter much, no….no a smart, nay brilliant leader like yourself would not care WHY I want the glory, only about what I can provide you in return” he says slowly reaching his hand across the table. “My name is Ishan Ayberk Ibn Sulayman La-Sarranid, and I can make you a very wealthy woman if you let me sign that paper” he finishes off, flashing his nobleman’s smile, his silver tongue having gotten it’s workout today.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>