<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/57/ca/6d/57ca6d159674aee8d0e01166850dd8e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Sumner<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Okay<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All, Group with the Platinum Blond-haired woman.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He walked down the steps, dressed in his chainmail covered with a light coat protecting him from the city's cold. He woke up this morning, sore but mostly fresh, warmed not by the soft body of a whore but by the blankets which were a rarity in the outlying villages. His weapons lay nearby, a heavy maul and his trusty longsword, weapons which followed him through more than a few battles against savage barbarians and untold monsters. His people were hardy folk, and he although a newbie, fresh blood, was one of them.<br/><br/>His journey was far and hard, but he was finally here in Solvia. Jobs should be available aplenty, and work for a mercenary soldier would fill not only his pockets, but also his name with glory and repute.<br/><br/>A warm mug of ale in hand, he looked across the tavern. There's a few people milling around, and he did notice a woman nearby, dressed in fine clothing with platinum blonde hair with her two companions. Both were armed as well, but seeing his group sitting quietly, perhaps it was time for the brash and impulsive man to try something of his own in a friendly manner.<br/><br/>"G'day." He greeted. "Not everyday do we see a noble being in this... place." He said with a wave of his hand. He knew enough that inns and pubs were most frequented by the rough, and often clerics and the rich have their own places to find rest in. However, there was the uncommon being dropping by, something he'd assume was going on with this woman. "Might there be something you good souls need? Or would you just require a drink found not in the finer inns?"