<strong>Amiko</strong>cursed, as the rain started to pour. SHe tightened her fine cloak around herself, holding her exotic polearm tightly, as she made her way to Rusty Shield. She knew the place, and by the local rumors, there might be some patrons tonight, that needed sellswords.<br/><br/>She entered from the front door and while she tried to rince the rainwater off her cloak, she left quite an pool at the door. Her eyes scanning the room, trying to find any wealthy patrons, that would hire her out, knowing it was an slim change, in town full of men-at-arms, and that incorporated with local ideologies, that woman cant wield an weapon. Something few local brutes sorely learned to be false.<br/><br/><strong>Amiko</strong>made her way to an empty table shouting to the barkeep<strong>"Keeper, pint of Saltwine and some greens."</strong>She kept her polearm with her, even most of weapons were left by the door, or in the rooms.