Name: Raven
Level: 1
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Thief
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: The meeting spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
Tagging: @Cyrania Gwendolyn
Mentioned: @Holy Soldier No
Raven watched as more guild members piled in the tavern. They looked more like a team of misfits then anything else. She sighed,
As long as they make me some gold, I don't care what they look like. She thought to herself. Her friendliness and patience were running dry, she was ready to get down to business now. Raven could be off on contracts actually making gold, instead of wasting time on this drama.
Raven chuckled at No. The man actually thought the tavern girl wanted some of him, how cute. Raven spent a lot of time in this tavern, a lot of her targets frequented here. Even she knew the tavern girls were thieves, but it's not like she would say anything. Why would one thief rat out another? Plus, Raven admired the girls. There's no way she could put up with the men that they do.
Raven looked around the table and spoke,
"I'm with Gwendolyn. Can we get this meeting going? Time is gold." She pursed her dark violet colored lips and waited for, hopefully, the start of the meeting.