Cynric looked round at the people around him. All varied in size, shape and race. Cynric smiled inwardly such a pallet of souls for him to harvest when they fell in battle, so much potential death and failure, it was exquisite. But now was not the time to think on such things. No one was dropping dead right now. The chatter began slowly as the group waited for their employer. Cynric sat at the edge of the crowd disinterested in the conversations that were going on around him. Preferring to read through the book he had been reading in the tavern. Just as he was about to summon his pipe he was interrupted by a loud whistle catching his attention and a few others. "Listen Up!" Bellowed a Breton in the crowd. 

Cynric was bemused by the mans attempt to attain order in this crowd of noise. Cynric saw why the man was calling for quiet, a argonian had climbed to the top of a large rock. It was now obvious to Cynric as to whom his employer would be. An argonian, he had nothing wrong with argonians but he could feel an aura of danger and mystery around her. He would keep an eye on her, Cynric could tell that this argonian was not to be messed with. Quietly stowing his book away into his bag he listened to what the Argonian had to say. When she had finished her warning Cynric thought for a second about what he was getting into. He was not technically a wanted man, however seeing the world and more importantly experiencing magic that this world had in store for him did excite him. Cynric though had no doubt in his mind. He would follow this argonian through whatever hell she had planned for the group.