Seirin was intrigued by what he heard from the brother of the innkeep. Mercenaries were coming? The one who beat him to the nicest room was Chelaxian? A hunter was staying at the other inn? All useful information. He did, however, think it was a bit late for the Sheriff to be worrying about no one dieing, when he was offering a bounty on Goblin heads that Seirin was likely to cash in on himself. 300 golden pieces for the head of the chieftain? He might just make time to head to Mosswood. Perhaps this was what the spirit had wanted him to do here; kill a bunch of goblins? Meet a bunch of mercenaries? When Belor started to become evasive as to which business was hiring, Seirin thought back to the names he'd seen on the various signs when passing through the town...<br/><br/>"Let me guess." He said, pressing a finger to his own bare chin. "The<em>Pixies</em>Kitten?" It sounded like a damn brothel. Kitten? How could it not be? It was the only reason he could imagine the man becoming elusive, especially when he, like his brother, probably thought Seirin was a young Tiefling woman. He was doubtful of the idea of joining up -- a few silver or gold per person and accomplishing relatively little was not all too appealing when he could simply try to seduce whoever he wanted to have sex with -- especially in the face of being able to make much more money from a goblin slaying. After searching for a reaction and trying to confirm whether he was right, Seirin would turn to leave.<br/><br/>He was heading towards Mosswood, rapier at his side and buckler on his arm, unafraid of anything. He knew it would be dangerous; a whole damn mercenary band didn't come for something small, after all. But he also knew there was at least two other adventurers ahead of him, trying to get at the heaps of gold and reputation to be earned. Seirin couldn't resist making a run at it, and he was a bit too proud to think that there was any chance of him getting over his head. The boy would wander out of town towards Mosswood. When he neared the edge of the forest, he'd take the initiative and draw his blade. He'd crouch slightly, moving forward, every step displacing the tassels of his skirt. Even in the woods, he had a disadvantage compared to a normal human being.<br/><br/>Red skin, white hair, and a tail stood out. It didn't matter where you were.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">character stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"> This is Seirin's Character Sheet; descriptions are at the bottom. (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=159428)<br/>Inspiration Pool 7/8<br/>Panache Pool 7/7<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Extracts Prepared:</span><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Disguise Self, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Vocal Alteration, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Cure Light Wounds, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Expeditious Retreat, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Adhesive Spittle, 1st Level</li><li type="disc">Invisibility x3, 2nd level</li></ul><br/>Dex(+4, -2 wis) Mutagen Prepared<br/></div></div>