A Quest Perhaps?

[Gonzaga]

The young Elven maiden stood at the entrance to the Boar's Head Inn, she stepped inside, her vision dark for a moment before her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the interior. She glanced over to see the young girls flocking by Seth, with a roll of her eyes she turned to the bar and ordered herself a flagoon of ale, sipping it gingerly as her greenish tinged eyes scanned the other patrons. She wondered to herself if any of the others were interested in travel as she was. A few warriors and mages looked promising but she paused. Standing she looked to the barkeep, Cedrik on break there was a man there that she knew well.

If any are interested in a quest, send them to my table.

She slipped him a few gold coins for his troubles and moved to a corner table, pulling her hood over her head so that her face was hidden, letting her see clearly those who entered without being seen herself. She sipped her ale every now and then as her lithe fingers tapped an unknown rythm.

[Khaine]

Khaine wanders over to the table Gonzaga is seated at having over heard what she said to the Barkeep. "What kind of quest are you talking about?"

[Leah]

Leah enters the inn, taking a seat by the bar and placing her bow and sheath on the chair beside her. She orders a mug of steaming hot ale and engages barkeep in conversation. After a few minutes, the topic of their talk turns to adventuring, and the barkeep winks knowingly at Leah.

"So, ye like questin' and adventures, eh?" Leah nods, taking another hearty swig of ale. "Then ye might just be interested in seein' that young lady o'er there. She told me to refer those interested in a quest, that she did."

Leah thanks him, pays for her drink and collects her weapons. She heads over to the table and sees Khaine there as well. With a friendly nod, she asks bluntly, "You're looking for someone interested in a quest, eh? My name is Leah, and if there's adventuring to be done, I'm at your service," she says with a bow and a charming smile.

[tinuviel]

Tinuviel yells as she is thrown bodily out of the back door by a rather angry looking barkeep.
"AWW, c'mon!! I only sort of... fell through the back door... It was ROTTING! You should have your inn properly mantained, stingey, so that renders it as NO--"

She winces slightly as the barkeep slams the door shut, showering several dead ivy leaves over her head. Tinuviel picks herself off the ground, dusts her dress off and sidles off, oblivious to all the ivy leaves sticking out of her dark hair. On reaching the front of the inn, she saunters straight back in.

A large, inebriated troll teeters on his chair, and falls onto the floorboards in Tinuviel's path. Cursing under her breath, she jumps back, crashing into a corpulant dwarf; the possesions hanging off both their belts are sent flying. As the dwarf yells angrily, Tinuviel grits her teeth and jumps over the now unconscious troll, chasing a few large gold coins under a table. She sweeps up the sackcloth purses, quickly comparing the weight of the two.

She yells to the dwarf, "Hey, you there, your purse!" Tinuviel tosses her purse to the dwarf, who catches it and storms out. Cedrik flashes a glance over at the commotion, but does't catch sight of Tinuviel who has already ducked under the table.

Tinuviel gleefully crouches under the table, examining the contents of the dwarf's purse; several shiny gold coins, a vial of sparkling, clear liquid and a glowing amulet of some rare, precious stone. Looking around under the table, she sees three pairs of feet, and hears talk of a quest...

[Khaine]

Not hearing much talk about the quest Khaine heads to the bar ordering himself a drink. After reciving a glass of Dwarven Spirits, Khaine walks over to Dag and talks quietly about setting a bounty...