The fortune teller said her farewell, and closed the door behind you as you left.<br/><br/>Upon entering the tavern a few men begin whispering amongst themselves. Counting the gold, the bartender looks out into the room. "Giant's Plain, not too many people travel there. Most here I've never known to have left this town let alone such a journey." Spotting a couple of people sitting at separate tables, he tried to remember how often they came in. "The warrior clad in armor at that table, and the man over in the corner counting his coins. They recently arrived, they might be willing to act as a guide."<span class="bbc_u">The warrior</span>(http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad107/zamerageus/0017bd9d4b1e6f8c2816e4f46e5962d4.png) sat alone at a table eating lifting his visor enough to slip food through, a large lance leaned against his chair.<span class="bbc_u">The other</span>(http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad107/zamerageus/72f52fd89a368e0dc140c096e48c630447ff71f4.jpg) sat excitingly counts coin from a pouch, dressed in simple cloth garb, a dagger handle sticking out of his vest. "I haven't heard a word from the walking armor, and the other one hasn't shut up since he got here."