<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Faori</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/>Lucky her, the brutes were having a blast, engrossed with throwing and punching the snot out of one another without having to recruit some fresh meat. At the Broken Crown, things were calmer, the barman standing there was a slightly burly looking bloke that didn't stand up straight. He slouched against the bar as if bored and funny thing is he sort of looked like a monk.. Only battle harden with the scar across his cheek. His face was plain, eyes were dark, head was shaved smoothed, and even tattooed with some symbol that appeared to be part of some religion. He looked up to her as she leaned forth and whispered, most men might come back with the smart assed retort by offering his bed for her to work in, but this one just shrugged a bit. He idly glanced over at her the way one would appraise a soldier.<br/><br/>" Mm, rooms're a silver.." He considered, thinking over a job she could possible do. " Me stable hand's out wit' pox, of all things. If ya water, feed, and groom da beasts. Shovel out da stables, ya earned a free boardin' fer da night, lass." The man gave a faint snort and shortly after spat a ball of flem into a bucket behind the counter. He bent slightly, dipping his hand below the bar and poured her a few ounces of honey mead.  " A drink and dinner be 'ere when ya finished. Deal?"  Bartender offered, his eye drifting over the floor every so often to keep his wench on her toes.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Gra'ak</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/>She gave a few little nods and hums in response, occasionally glancing up to the sky with a faint smirk. Wanting to be a knight, by his courtesy and straight talk, she would think he was half way there. That, or had a rather high standard thought of knights, but she only heard of the order through stories of old, but they never talked and sometimes they're a Prince. His heart looked to be in the right place, but he seemed rather distrustful himself.<br/><br/>" Nah, nothin' like that. They ain't scared of no one. It's why we have guards roaming the roads, they're a warning. You get turned off by that, then sure, ya might want to be good tempered while yer there. We ain't got crime cause everyone's a brawler. Ya do ill-will, ya get yer ass kicked, then go ta the medic, and everyone just goes along their day." So matter of fact about it, but she might have lived there all her life to think that it's just so straight and narrow. "You seem nice, but he had his right to attack ya, ya didn't do what the law said. If anything, I was outta line. Lucky me, Talvin ain't a snitch, so me Daa won't know 'bout it." Beaming now, as they headed down the road. After a moment or so, she gave him a faint jab against his arm.<br/><br/>" Yer lucky. Goin' to Sona, I hope ya don't flub it. I heard they got a policy that's literally live or die once ya start acceptin' quests from them. They send ya body back ta ya family with yer tome, so any friend or family can return in yer stead. Oh.." she shut up a bit, looking down for a second. " Eh, Serry for babblin', but it sounds real excitin'! Er, not the dyin' part, but that might be a myth. I never knew no one that got accepted before."