Kalmir spends the days wearing his studded leather armour. Unlike the others, his armour was light and unobtrusive enough to allow him to wear it all day. He also paid for a tenday and is currently in the common room eating breakfast.

Finishing his writing, Rjak lightly blows air across the ink to help it dry, and then inspects his work.  Satisfied, he rolls the parchment up like it was a scroll and then turns in the direction of Kalmir.  "Morning.  So big guy, where'd you learn to swing an axe like you do?"

Damion wandered down the stairs and headed into the common room. He was dressed in a heavy dark green shirt, a pair of heavy leather pants and boots. His wooden holy symbol swung loosly from his neck. The young priest walked over to the table where Rjak and Kalmir were seated.
" Good morning gents. Have you eaten yet?" he said as he took an empty seat at their table.

A cute busty serving wench comes over to take your orders. She smiles at Damion, hugging a tray to her body just below heer breasts and looks expectantly at you one after the other. Would you like some breakfast?

"I would indeed. I will have whatever the cook considers his specialty." the young priest says with a warm smile.

That would be bread, eggs, and bacon and pork susuages with goat milk. She replies still smiling.

"I'll take it then."

She nods and whirls away to fetch it.

As the girl whirls away, Kalmir reaches out and touches her to get her attention. Kalmir want same. Kalmir hungry. The big man says rubbing his stomach.

She spins back toward Kalmir, smiles and says: Ok. She looks at Rjak expectantly for a minute before moving on. She returns a few minutes later with a laden tray and three empty mugs; A pitcher of milk and the promised food is on there.

Dig in boys. She adds with a smile and goes on her merry way.

Rjak holds up the one moment finger when the server looks at him.  He pulls out a pouch of beans, smiles, and then nods.  "Actually if you'd bring me some hot water and something to sift water though, that would be great."

Rjak looked at the others, laid out some of the beans and crushed them.  "These little beans will put hair on your chest gentlemen.  A real jolt of energy.  It can keep you going for hours."  He nodded and smiled proudly.  "They're from Thay."

Damion began to dig into his meal with vigor. He did so love tavern food. He smiled at Rjak when he produced the beans and said,"What exactly are they? Do they possess some magical properties?"

Kalmir ignores the talk about magic beans and tucks into his food with gusto.

The door the tavern bursts open, letting in the howling wind from outside. Two clerics of Lathander quickly enter and shut it behind them.

Good morning They say to all present and make their way to the bill board, where one of them unfurls a rolled parchment with beautiful calligraphy painted on it. He tacks up the new bill on the board and nods to his companion when he is done. They go after that, leaving you with Lathander’s blessing before they exit back into the windy morning.

Damion grabbed a mouthful of food then made his way over to the board to see what the priests had tacked up.

Rjak glared at the priests and took a big swig of his coffee when they came over towards his table.  It wasn't that he disliked the men, or even that he disliked their faith.  It was more just a case of him not being interested in their blessings right now.  Once they left though, his interest piqued at the papers.  "What do they say?"

Now he would take the priest's coins...

A few of the other patrons gather around the bill board to have a look. Two of them begin speaking to each other within ear-shot of Damion. They are well dressed men in their middle years and have an air of affluence about them.


Well Borric this looks a lot safer than traveling to that gods-forsaken marsh in search of that trifling bauble. His tone is rife with sarcasm.

Don’t play the fool; you know I have no intention of going myself. I am just at a loss on who to send. But this bill gives me an idea. We should hire a scribe to make some for us and then pay some poor fool to collect the stone for me He muses, rubbing his chin as he ponders the possibilities.

Well Borric if you have the gold to waste, why not? At the very least it should get you shut up about the damned thing. The other grumbles. They head back to their table to discuss the matter further.

OOC: A new ARP has been added to the original post.

Damion takes a second to listen to the two men before wandering back to the table.
Well, it would seem our fair priests of Lathander are in search of some bodyguards for at least two seasons to watch over a group building a new temple and farming village in honor of their god." he said as he took another bite of his breakfast. He then points at the two men that were talking while he was at the board."And I over heard those two talking of some item they are searching for."

The door opens and in walks a sun elf carrying lots of weapons; he shutters shivers and brushes the snow of his equipment. He looks up and smiles friendly to anyone looking, out from his backpack pokes a small curious head. He feeds it some nuts and it disappears back into the backpack, from where those that are close enough can hear noisy chewing.

He makes his way to the bar greeting the tables he pass (Rjak, Damion and Kalmir) with a friendly gesture. He places his back pack in front him and waits for a waitress to arrive.

Kalmir returns the wave of the elf as he walks bye before saying to Daimon, Kalmior want smash baddies not find treausre for man and his friend. Guarding priests may be fuin but also could get boring if no baddies appear to smash. Also, two seasons long time. Kalmir no want get tied down.

Rjak looks at the elf and nods once.  "Nice sword.  Can I see it?" The warrior's attention quickly shifts back to Damion as he reads off the priest's desire for bodyguards.  "Does it say what the priests are willing to pay?  I don't mean to offend anyone here, but a priest's coin is as good as any other to me, and I don't mind taking it."  Rjak looks a little weary at the mention of possibly offending somebody.

Khidran couldn’t help but overhearing the group’s conversation as he passed, so he grabbed the chance when one of them asked if he could see his sword ”Well meet, you most certainly can” he unsheathed the sword and offered the handle to the big fellow “It has no magical abilities if that’s what you are wondering – I made it with the help from my tutor when I was very young, so far it has served me very well” he adds with a smile.

He pauses for a few seconds as his face turns a bit more serious “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, I hope you don’t mind my interference? I take it you are adventurers? I myself am an adventurer and currently looking for work, perhaps I could join your group?” normally he wouldn’t be so forward, but money was short and he needed work.

Rjak has an accent, and it is from a very distant land.  "Interesting.  I've always admired elven craft.  I made mine too." Rjak, seemingly lost in new conversation pulls out his sword.  The blade is made of pure Mithril, and the hilt is carved out of polished obsidian and then beset with red, blue, and violet jewels of all shapes and sizes.

Etched into the blade and then filled with copper are dwarvern runes spelling out the name "Soulburn".  Stamped on the base of the blade is the Soulburn family crest.  Even a deaf, dumb, and blind elf could tell you that this blade was definitely a human's sword.  "I wouldn't call myself an adventurer.  I'm more of a merchant."

"I did not see any mention of coin but I'm sure we could go talk with them and find out what they offer. Although, I must agree with our large friend, two seasons are quite a long time." he says as the elf comes to sit with them.
"Greetings. I am Damion Forrester, humble promoter of the mistress of the forests, Mielikki. Come, sit, join our table. You are among friends."

Kalmir nods at the newcomer. He looks the elf up and down. Knowing that elves are wuite profiecient with magic he asks, You wizard?