Corso looked impassively at the remains of the wine in the bottle that he had been holding.  The bottle had the inevitability of a timer, for when the last of the wine was gone, Corso knew that he had to leave for the meeting.  At least that was what he had told himself.  This was his second bottle of wine.<br/><br/>He poured some of the wine into a glass and sloshed it around.  It wasn't a bad wine for the price and the region and it served it's purpose.  He took a deep gulp of the wine and then refilled the glass.  Perhaps it was for the best.  He had come to Havenhill a few days early hoping to find some entertainment before setting out on this new quest, only the entertainment had been lacking.  The wine and ale had been okay but drinking alone was never fun and the women in the town were...well he had found his luck lacking in that department.  All that remained was to finish the bottle and head to the church.  Two more glasses later and that goal had been reached.<br/><br/>Corso entered the church.  Hopefully this quest would erase the drudgery of the last few days and provide a little more excitement than the tavern had.  As his eyes swept the room, he felt that this might be true.  His gaze fell first upon the women in the church.  There were 2 human, one in battle worn armour, and one Elf that he could see, and none to bad to look at.  Business first though and that meant talking to the old man.  The priest could only be the old man.<br/><br/>"Father Stirrech?  My name's Corso."  Corso said, walking up to the gathered group and giving the old man a flourishing bow, sweeping the hat from his head in a grand gesture.  "Corso Fell Raza.  I understand that you are putting together a company and are looking for people to join."