Leatherwing would order some sort of ale, laying down a gold piece. He would steps past the table of merchants, his talons clacking against the ground as he emits a very light growl. He would take a seat at a table in a dark corner, waiting for his ale to come by.
Minus his glowing red eyes, Leatherwings body would be shrouded in the darkness.
Leatherwing took a sip of his ale, clanking his talons over to Vessul.
His dog woukd stay at the table, guarding it.
With a raspy shrieky voice he would speak.
"Probably someone who asked too many questions."
((check to see if my character hears him))*rolls*
Pax sighed and looked at the bartender "How much for some stew and a bit of bread?" Pax asked the bartender.
Pax finishes his ale and walks after Vessul. "I heard you speak of a better life, and righteousness and glory. Perhaps you could use a healer?""I don't think I said anything about a better life, but yes, a healer could be useful. Come, follow me, I need to find people who are idioti- I mean brave enough to join me." Vessul answers, as he exits the bar in search of recruits.
"Hello, My name is Sssato, What may be yoursss..." Sato says, "It ssseems that we are ssstuck together."
((oh crap, sorry.))"A prison or dungeon of some sort, perhaps?" Vessul uncertainly answers, turning his attention to Sato.
Pax looks around and then said "Where exactly are we?"