Talto weaves through the crowds of Mercenaries, carrying a pint of Ale in each hand, looking more like a ordinary servant, rather than a accomplished mercenary. The distinctive, and common smell of iron, and sweat fill Talto's nostrils as he brushes up against some of the armour wearing recruits. Talto takes both of the mugs of ale, and sets them besides the two men about to arm wrestle. He makes his way towards the man who rescued him, Captain Dothren Roketh. [i]"Ay Captain, I'm looking at these new recruits, the Amazon, the Elves, even that...mage."[/i] Talto says, as he casually takes a sip from Dothren's mug.

 [i]"So who're we aimin' for, Cap? Personally, I think that huge guy Brooch, you know the one in the huge armour? He's massive, I'd like to spar with him one time, purely for training. The Dwarf as well, Tudolf? Was his name? Anyways, even though he's a drunk, I feel like he has something up his sleeve....who knows, he could just be a drunk. But that mage....42. He scares me, more than anyone else in this room, even more than that demon. Something....something tells me that he's very dangerous." [/i]