(Roll 5 for sense motive... crap...)<br/><br/>Yolga, dressed more like a beggar then a trained cleric looks about the rough bar, and sits at the table, cocking his eye brow at the strange robed figure, but quickly moves his attention to the young half-elf.<br/><br/><strong>"I read you are in need of stout adventures for a rescue. I hope I can give my services to this task."</strong>He said, trying to project his strength to the young Half-Elf.<strong>"I am a cleric trained in the arts of healing and protection."</strong>he said, trying his best not to seem boastful.