Caspian twirled one of his precious playing cards between his finger in the bright moon light of the night as he traveled to an inn, were in which he would meet the so called Crimson Company. Caspian wasn't very fond of people who were unaffiliated with anything other than the sea. To him this group would just be another team of land lubber hooligans who probably could not hold themselves in a fight.
 Caspian had just got out of jail not to long ago, it was then when he had come so close to death. But he was given another the chance at life, but with a twist. He had to become a mercenary. Know to a pirate the only things that were worth living for were, woman, food, drink, sailing, stealing and freedom. By joining this company as a mercenary, Caspian would lose all that. Not the life that he was willing to live, but that was all he had left.

Caspian finally made it to the inn, he wasn't very excited, but what could he do. He walked up the wooden steps and opened the creaky door. Caspian looked around the Tavern, and was not impressed. Caspian had been to thousands of inns in his lifetime of 9 years, and has seen rocks more fun and entertaining than this place. Caspian closed the inn door and confidently walked up the the bartender, not even looking or making an effort to met anyone in his path as he made his way there.

"One glass of Hard Maple Ale" Caspian said in a gruff voice. The bartender adhered to his request and brought him his Ale. He took a long and large swig of his drink, bringing it down to half with just on swallow. Slamming his glass down satisfied with it, Caspian leaned back and let the the Ale warm up his cold belly. He took a look at round the Inn, seeing many different and diverse faces to his attention. Caspian eyes landed on a man wearing large armor. Assuming that was the man the letter said for him to meet, Caspian just watched him from afar, waiting for him to initiate a conversation with whoever else was probably here for the Crimson Company.