In the shadows a cloaked figure leaned back against the wall of a building across from the tavern watching the people bustle about; arms crossed and head covered by the hood of the mantle. the figure was smaller in stature and thin but that could barely been seen due to the shadow. It waited patiently as people went in and out of other buildings, going about their daily lives. A hand reached up and pulled the hood back. Long strands of hair the color of wheat, pearl blue eyes, peach hued skin kissed by the sun; had the womans hair been cut shorter and her eyes darker one could have easily mistaken her for another that was in another land. The traits of the Rawn Gypsy was strong and their women stronger. Taking a few leisurely steps Ramara emerged from the shadows and made her way over to the tavern proper, bushing past those that passed in her path without notice. She took no note of the bulletin board as she walked into the tavern. Preferring to get the lay of the land first before she did anything else.  

	Stepping inside and to the side of the entrance she made her way along the wall before approaching the bar and seated herself; a single finger raised in the air as her elbow rested on the wooden counter top. The bar tender walked over to her and smirked.

	"The usual?" he asked with a toothy grin.

	"Any word?" she said in a rough voice.

	"Sorry Ramara, still nothing," he said. Ramara nodded slightly and told him to get her the usual. He left for a brief moment before returning with a pint of dark mead for her and setting it on the counter next to a few coins that she had placed there while he was fixing her drink. Leaning back in her seat she took a long drink before setting it back down empty and wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve. Rising from her spot and looking around again, taking note of who was there, who wasn't and what seemed off before making her way back out of the tavern and over to the bulletin board and checking out what jobs were currently available.

	"Missing persons, relic recovery, lost goat?" she read out loud. "I ain't finding no goat," she muttered under her breath before taking note of a certain piece of parchment that the Holy Order was looking for adventurers for a quest. "Well better than nothing," she said as she turned and walked back into the tavern. Searching quickly for the one who had posted the notice, she found him quickly enough. He stood out as purity in a place that had none. Pushing her way through the crowd she walked over to him and tilted her head to the side slightly as she looked him over and raised a brow. "Ramara Rawn, at your service," she said quickly before taking a seat across from him at the table, taking note of the others with him perking a brow. "Friends of yours?"