Brynhilde sat down at the table, running her finger through the axe-mark that someone had made there. Probably quite an enchanting evening that time, she gazed around the room as she took it in. Several adventurers nursed cups of ale, or drained their bowls of the infamous stew that the Elfsong tavern served. Many of them were rough-faced, scars across lips, one with a milky white eye and a terrible scar across his face. She noticed the young woman walking towards her, swinging her hips slightly, but moving them out of the way when a hand tried to grope her. As she stood before her table, Brynhilde leaned closer and whispered softly to her. "I'm looking for some help in a delicate matter, I need men of some.. morals", she pried a gold coin from her pouch and slipped it into the young woman's hand, "Oh.. and a tankard of mead", she winked softly as she went back to looking the room over.<br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Gath Info: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3639128/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3639128/)<br/>Sense Motive: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3639130 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3639130)