<br/><br/><br/><br/>Rutilus entered the bar, intending to have a drink to quench his thirst and also to join in with this new faction with some modicum of eagerness. Why not, he had nowhere to go anyways and he heard this was the meeting ground for a fairly new faction that had been formed. Most of a mix of races and misfits, he supposed but he couldn't exactly comment on that. After all he had been kicked out of his own group, though he knew that it was for his own safety.<br/><br/>The Chief healer and her mate, the leader of his former group told him in uncertain terms that some of the gang members of the Unleashed were miffed that he did not discriminate as to who to heal when he were supposed to kill any rival gang members. They urged him to leave as fast as possible, though he heard that the 'officia' story that he was exiled because of his actions. Shaking his head at the event of the past, he made his way to the bar and ordered a drink from the orc there while he scanned the room for its patrons.<br/><br/>It was indeed a motley group, an angel, a faerie... and elf and a few mixed members from many members. He also noticed that there was a satyr at the bar a few seats away. This looks to be quite a motley crew, and he was looking forward to contributing to the group as a whole. Maybe he will be more appreciated here than with his old gang, whom he was eager in paying back for their role in his supposed exile.<br/>