Dren Rache
Up until now, the man cloaked in red had been seated in the corner of the room, a pot of tea sat upon the table in front of him and a china cup laid in hands reach, his gloved fingers encircling the handle and bringing it to his lips for an extended smirk. He'd been in town a few days now, enjoying pleasant times at this bar and reveling in the looks of assumed nobility he got from the locals. Even peasants knew when to recognize the upper crust of their society... that was always good.
But as he sat, pondering how to spend his time that day and where to try and sell his wares, his ears picked up the conversation going on nearby. His head turned and his eyes fixed upon the small gathering group conversing. He could glance at the flyer they were talking about too. Travelling to the East? Now that was a suicide mission if Dren had ever seen it before. But missions such as these also presented unique business opportunities for people like him. You couldn't go travelling without the necessary provisions... more so, he looked at the others who were amongst them thus far. A lot of them had a certain regality to them... he couldn't tell for certain, but he had a nose for blue blood ever since he'd elevated himself above the common mass. Yes, this was an iron he simply had to strike.
He rose from his table and pushed his chair in, taking a hold of his splendid cane and approaching the group, making sure to clack his cane with every two steps, the noise alone would dignify him with importance to this little group. They'd be begging him for assistance.
"Madame." Dren began as he now stood within close proximity to the group. He removed his hat and gave a brief bow, holding the hat to his chest. "Pardon my intrusions, but it has come to my attention this little gathering to travel to the East. My name is Dren Rache." he introduced himself curtly before replacing his hat and standing up tall once again. "If you're going to go marching into such frightful places... naturally, you will need the right provisions for such an adventure, no?" He raised a hand with an extended finger to punctuate his question before he slipped it inside the folds of his long red cloak, removing a rounded bottle, a simple red liquid sloshing inside under a hand made label.
"Perhaps we can conduct a little business? I have many tinctures and remedies, and I assure you, all of what I sell is genuine, made by my own two hands. You won't find much better in the commonfolk around town." he gave her his best winning smile as his mind continued to cunningly calculate their situation.
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