Lucio shivered and wrapped his cloak tighter around his thin frame. That was one of the bad things about being so lean, there was no extra layers to protect you from the cold. It just seeped straight into your core. Flexing his fingers against the cold, the half-elf frowned. It would be hard to play tonight when he couldn't feel his fingers all too well. Well he still had his voice, the cold couldn't take that unless his teeth were chattering. Which hopefully they wouldn't inside the warmth of an inn. But for the first time in a long time, he wasn't here for entertaining others. He was here for business.

Like always, his peace loving self and protective nature conflicted when he received a letter from a group of mercenaries known as the Crimson Company. And unfortunately the stubborn side usually agreed with the protective nature. And thus, here he was, accepting the invitation to join the mercenaries and leave his relatively peaceful existence as a bard behind. At least for the moment. He could always go back to being nothing but a simple bard.

Lucio paused in front of the Spotless Rock Inn making certain that this was the place in the letter. Satisfied that he was at the right place, the half-elf replaced the letter and opened the door. There wasn't much activity inside, or people for that matter. It was a very sad scene for a bar. When Lucio was around, bars were lively and full of singing and laughter. He just might have to change that. Nearly every eye in the place turned to him when he entered. People seemed to just know that he was an entertainer. He just had an aura of fun about him. He stood in the doorway for a moment scanning the room. He found the man he was looking for easily enough. It was pretty obvious who it was.

Before approaching the man, he turned to the bartender and the bar maiden and gave them an exaggerated bow. The bar maiden giggled, but the bartender just scowled, apparently not a fan of Lucio's type. It was only then that the bard made his way over to the man dressed in armor. "I take it you're from the Crimson Company?" He said while taking a seat at the table. "My name is Lucio Freedan, I'm a traveling bard. Though I'm afraid I can't play you anything at the moment." Lucio held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. "My fingers are half frozen from the cold."