The evening wears on and more patrons of The Frisky Goblin arrive. Some of the those who were here for a quiet drink after a hard day’s work have left and been replaced by others who seem content to spend the rest of the night in the comfort of the inn. They gradually become more rowdy and boisterous with the large quantities of Dragon’s Fury they consume until the inn is packed in a lively atmosphere of drink and revelry, which is accentuated, at times, by a young, halfling man who plays a lively tune on a fiddle over near the fireplace. With the patrons, of course, come several  ladies of the night who are made obvious by their attire and the way they ply their trade amongst some of the customers who have consumed more than their fair share of fury and seem to have the coin enough for other entertainment. By the look of it, the ladies seem to have some kind of tentative arrangement with Darius, who seems more than willing to turn a blind eye and even grabs onto the odd handful of soft, pink skin in the process, as the girls giggle and put on a poor show of acting coy.<br/><br/>The rain falls lightly outside, and it’s not until later in the evening that a man of particular interest to the party emerges. He stands quite tall and has an athletic appearance to his frame as he passes the threshold of the door and enters the inn, brushing the light rain from his shoulders. Removing his grey cloak to reveal an angular face under a matt of dirty blonde hair, he makes his way over to the bar and orders a drink from Darius. In the conversation that ensues, an exchange of information can be see between the pair as Darius points in the direction of the party and the man thanks him with a handful of coins before he picks up his drink and heads over towards the party.<br/><br/>“Greetings friends.” He says in a tone to catch the attention of the group, clearly refined despite his appearance as a man who spends much of his time outdoors. “I’ve a job proposal of an unusual nature and I’m told you may very well possess the talents I require…” His voice trails off as he looks about the group for a confirmation of some kind.