The inn was warm and of decent enough reputation that most of the gutter trash and theives were either away and in one of the many seedier areas of the city, or simply enjoying the quite and having a peaceful drink with the rest of the patrons. Suscessfully disguising themselves as regular or at the very least decent enough people. There were of course the usual staples of an inn within eyesight. The waitresses were all very pretty, openly flaunting large chests and ample cleavage. They winked with soft doe like eyes and pursed their lips in a way that said 'take me' and 'save me' all at the same time. After even just months of working at this place most pretty woman learned how to present themselves and their bodies for the maximum extraction of tips. Their charms were not lost on viktor despite his ecclesiarchal calling. The church of Pelor did not forbid its followers marriage or lovers. But it did expect their clerics to keep the casual romps and mindless rutting to a minimum.<br/><br/>Oh the opportunities he had to deny in the name of his god. He sighed when one of the serving woman bent over slightly and far closer to his face than was expected for a young 'maiden' to do. The temptation was there to be sure but he pushed past it and simply ordered a fresh drink and a hot meal. He almost groaned at the missed opportunity but held his tongue as she also walked away a little disappointed. He never seemed to lack for a woman's attentions. A fact he was quite proud of. His hard jaw and strong features worked in his favour often times. Especially in his teenage years. Coupled with his sheer size and build...well he guessed he was just luckier than most in some regards.<br/><br/>He quickly shook the thoughts from his mind. He was here for business. He was released officially from his church a year or so ago to wander the lands in Pelor's name. Bringing his holy light and wisdom where it was needed most. He was given a small stipend to afford what he needed. Which amounted to Thick leather armour that covered most of his body save his upper arms, with a heavily studded chest piece, a heavy iron mace like the ones the church trained their initiates for self defence with. And a sturdy wooden shield. A few other necessities that were in his pack by his feet. Not much but then again the church spent most of its money on charity and basics for their own survival. And relied on donations for much of that.<br/><br/><br/>He imagined that many people he saw in this room were hear for the same reason he was. The town had come under recent troubles with the goblins and a few orcs in the area. Nothing serious until major caravans started being ransacked. The town mayor and other influentials were willing to pay a decent sum to see the roads become safe again and the chieftans head presented as proof of the deed. A tempting service. A few goblins should present no large problem in the long run.<br/><br/>He was eager to start but he was no fool. An entire tribe on their own. Even if they were only goblins.... it was more than he could handle on his own. He needed to find a partner or two to help him achieve his means. His fingers beat a brief tattoo across the table as he scanned the crowds for people that at least seemed trustworthy enough to put his life on the line with.