<div class="floatleft">(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/bhjbjjho1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Wilard Flint (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7305859#msg7305859)</strong></span><br/><br/><hr/>Wil had got somewhat of a reputation around town. Typically the guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who can get things done are talking about him. It's nothing dark and shady like assassinations, but more like investigation work. On occasion he will get an interesting case, but more often than not he is just tailing some guys wife to see if she is unfaithful. Being the well connected, ear to the ground guy he was he had no problem hearing about the call for adventurers and other sword for hire. Thinking it would be a nice change of pace he decided to take the job.<br/><br/>He knew of the bar and had been there a few times himself. Erring of the side of caution he doesn't head to the lizard bouncer right away. Instead Wil went to the the bar to watch parade of people getting turned away or let in. He asked for water to drink, partially because he wanted to keep his wits sharp, but more because he was cheap. Most of the people being let in were not trying to hide their individual talents at all. The first in was a brightly dress androgynous male which just screamed magician, followed but the grizzled warrior, the scantly clad minstrel whose carried instruments covered more of her than her actual clothes, and the timid looking girl cloaked in the symbols of her deity.<br/><br/>The other elf was more discrete about her talents. He had noticed her playing cards with some men who seemed to care less about winning and instead were just happy to ogle her as she took their money. Though she was dressed to look more or less like a simple traveler, Wil could tell there was more to it than that. The coin she had was eye catching, it looked worn like she had it for a long time, being an elf that long time could be hundreds of years for all he knew. It was either a luck charm or had sentimental value. When she stood he couldn't help but notice the contorts of her body from the way her dress hugged them. He could see that there was no armor under it. While armor does get in the way of those attuned to the arcane, her not wearing any was not enough evidence to show she was magic. However the cat was a rather obvious sign. It had to be her familiar. There is no cat that is that well behaved and trained that wasn't the pet of some witch. The last nail in the coffin was when she made it past the bouncer, now it was official that she was not an average traveler.<br/><br/>Wil had had enough with waiting around and watching the folks. It was time for him to go inside. He didn't want to be the last to show up after all. That may reflex poorly in the eyes of the employer. He casually strolled up to the lizard bouncer. Wil did look somewhat formidable, two hand crossbows holstered, a rapier, and several daggers strapped to him for easy access. After getting let through he would head to the meeting and lean against the wall behind the witch and her cat. He picked the spot so he could keep an eye on both the witch and the mysterious hostess. Hearing the questions already asked, he didn't feel the need to ask any additional ones, and just waited for the first few to be answered.