[b]Name:[/b] Alexander Salzar
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Class:[/b] Sorcerer
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Entrance => Meeting spot
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Holy Soldier], [@Ayemdar], [@Cyrania], [@Vec], [@Raizin], [@Bright_Ops], [@Halvtand], [@Fetzen], [@JackalopeLove], [@KoL].
[b]Mentioned:[/b] -[hr]
[color=a0410d]“Damn it, damn it, damn it.”[/color] Alex kept cursing at himself. Coming in late was hardly a good first impression. And he worked so hard to be professional! His clothes were clean again, his orb polished and he was ready to prove himself to the other guild members. He wasn’t entirely sure what the task at hand would be for him. But alas, he wanted to be prepared. Though he wished he had just a little more time and coins so he could maybe cook up a potion at the tavern’s alchemy station. Alas, some things could not be. Eventually, he reached the Greased Oak. A tavern he was not entirely familiar with. Alex was new to Bridgewater, having previously lived at another little town where he mostly did the same work. Until a corrupt sheriff thought it good to suddenly tax his line of business. After paying the clearly corrupt man he left the town for a greater opportunity.

One he got right now, as he entered the door and saw a group of unique individuals having gathered already. [color=a0410d]“Damn it.”[/color] He whispered to himself. Accursing the fact that he came in too late already.[color=a0410d] “Apologies for being late.”[/color] He didn’t really have a good excuse other than having overslept himself. [color=a0410d]“I hope I’m not interrupting any important decisions?”[/color] he asked no-one in particular but rather the whole group. Expecting to get an answer from at least one person.