It wasn’t long before a slew of people started entering the tavern. Kieran shifted uncomfortably in his chair, just wanting to enjoy a quiet drink and hopefully a good mating, oblivious to the posters recruiting fighters. First, a red-haired woman walked in, a cloak and cane revealing that she probably practiced magicks of some sort. Next in was a dark-haired male wearing odd, unnatural-looking armor. Kieran’s first instinct was to not like the guy, but when he came and sat next to him at the bar, Cana lifted her head to sniff him and went back to happily chewing on her bones. “She’s a good judge of character, doesn’t approve of many. Consider yourself special.” He said somewhat sarcastically to the pointy-eared fellow next to him before taking another gulp of ale.

After a few moments of enjoyable quiet, the doors thundered open again and in walked one hell of a woman. Kieran set down his drink to watch this one. She was adorned in leather and furs, much like his own, except she didn’t smell of druid. [i]Barbarian…[/i] he thought to himself, those ones were nice and feisty. When she loudly proclaimed her desire for a tankard, he smiled, completely forgetting about the scantily clad dark-haired woman he had his eyes on earlier. “I don’t know anything about the slayers she speaks of, but get that woman the drink she desires!” Kieran said as he flipped a few coins to the bartender.

After her arrival, a few others joined, and Kieran was beginning to think there was some secret meeting that he was unaware of going on. Polishing of his ale, and then ordering another, Kieran waited for the curious events to unfold.