Bozidar sighed and slumped down in the first open chair he could find in the tavern he had just walked into. Bozidar had walked into town less than 2 days ago and he already desperately wanted to return to the secluded druid grove. His charisma had originally led Ollin to tell Bozidar that getting allies would be easy... then he got to the city. As soon as he entered at least 4 guards had commented on his "oh so pretty face" and he had been call miss and fair lady far to much. And whenever he corrected someone they either started laughing hysterically and start addressing him as "lady-boy" or just walked away whispering uncomfortably. He had dropped in to every tavern in town and any would-be allies just laughed him off and told him to run home to daddy... he had resigned himself. So he sat in a corner, trying as hard as possible to not be seen. If no one in this town wanted to adventure with him than he would just head back to the grove, and let the druids handle it. Deep down though, he desperately wanted to succeed, and prayed to Freyja that SOMEONE would join him... preferably someone with adventuring class levels