A man walks into the tavern now, the smell of the lake seeming to waft in with him as this blond haired, blue eyed, fisherman walks into the Tavern, he'd just received word that Rennell, one of the cities hunters had a job for him and would probably be at this tavern. He looks around the area quickly, not spotting him, and muttering quietly, "That Rennell better not be playing with one of da wenches in a private room instead' f organizing da hunters..." Before stepping up to the bartender and speaking quite loudly, moving his tongue around his mouth as he speaks, making his voice sound like he's chewing on something. "Ya seen a hunter by da name of Rennell today? He's supposed ta be 'ere."