Angoth sat near the back of the tavern, having been there for a good while already, just not having to have gone in the back room. He took another swig of ale, enough to lightly buzz him but not enough to actually get him drunk. He would have gotten another one, but he was running low on coin. For the best, he recently saw a robed women, some elf girl, and now some guy in a robe who seemed like he was in a hurry all go into the private room.<br/><br/>He picked up his large two-handed sword and inspected himself in the reflection. He was a hansom bastard, if he could say so himself, long black hair, sexiest brown eyes, and while not the most muscular man he met, he certainly had some tone on him. He looked down and corrected his armor, truth be told it was military armor, but it had been stripped of its colors and altered greatly. It would take an expert to have realized that he had been wearing what was once Graoria armor.<br/><br/>He sheathed his sword and picked up the flyer, he had a reason for being here, he just never liked being the first one in, plus a few drinks always calm his nerves. He walked passed the guard at the room and gave him  his flyer, and went right in, surprised to a bit to see not only the city guards, but there captain as well.<br/><br/>He took a seat, saying nothing.