[centre][b]Calais Cousland
Inside the Boot Buckle, Deliar[/centre][/b]

Calais took a seat in the very corner beside four rough looking men. His hood caused his face to be partially hidden by shadow, causing the men to tilt their heads as they tried to recognise the newcomer. [b]“Evening gentlemen, you don’t mind if I join you?”[/b] Calais quietly asked as he placed a few coins on the table, [b]“Why don’t one of you go fetch a round on me?”[/b]

The men exchanged looks before one of them nodded and headed off towards the bar. The gruffest of the four men, a large man with long black hair and a thick beard, leant forward and placed his fists on the table within reach of Calais. [b]“What’s a shady lookin’ fella like you doin’ sittin’ ere then? Don’t look like the friend makin’ type”[/b] the man said in a hush but firm voice. 

Calais didn’t answer straight away for he quickly looked towards the messenger and his next delivery recipient. It was a large man that he recognised as a lord, but his name and house escaped his memory. Calais had seen the man talking to Lord Rynir on occasions and so he also knew the man was a guard of some measure. [b]“No, I’m not. But I am the employing type. Mayhap you could suggest some able men willing to get their hands dirty for a hefty sum?”[/b] Calais replied, causing the man closest to him to snigger in response, his stale ale breath causing Calais to feel slightly nauseous. 

When the man who had been sent to get drinks returned, all five men sat in more closely around the little table. [b]“Our hands are as strong n’ dirty as you’ll find. My name’s Turok. This is Offe, Tim n’ Stannis.”[/b] said the large man as he nodded to each of the other men in turn, [b]“What job you got for us then?”[/b]

[b]“We’re going to cause some trouble. Tell me gentlemen, what do you know about the city’s food storage?” [/b]