Just outside The Misala was a small village, small with only a couple of buildings left standing and those that remind were also heavily damaged, clearly the remains of the great war. Wearing his white cloak, which over the years has started to be just a dull gray, Ordore starts to search for a place to drink. Being 17 in this village shouldn't matter. 

_Tavern... Where is the Tavern? Uhhh, there it is. Judging by the looks of it The Luminous Knights probably wouldn't be in there._

Looking at the tavern from the outside it looks horrible, depressing and gloomy. Bricks and stone beams make up most of the building's outer structure.
It's near impossible to see through the curtained windows, but the apathy from within can be felt outside.
As you enter the tavern through the heavy, wooden door, you're welcomed by the sound of the wind outside and a layer of smoke hanging below the ceiling.
The bartender is pouring a drink for a customer and makes no effort to acknowledge your presences.
It's as disgusting inside as it is on the outside. Several walls support the upper floor and the sconces attached to them. The walls are decorated with mounted animal heads and small animals, though most have become worn and broken, given the place an even creepier feel.
The tavern itself is almost completely abandoned. The five people inside appear to be drunks, both dwarf and humans.

Under his hood he scanned the room.

_5 lifeforms. 2 humans. 3 dwarves. 1 human and 2 dwarves appear to be passed out. Bartender is human and is serving another dwarf. A back exit and front exit is clearly visible, big windows, easily smash-able. 3-4 possible escape routes without any harm to these 5 people_

Feeling comfortable with the situation Ordore walked over the bar, 3 seats away from the dwarf, safety. Flicking his hood off his hair became visible, slightly roughed but still maintaining his spikes. His hair, once a bright purple has over the years turned to sombre purple. The bartender walked over to Ordore. He was an older gentleman, longish grey beard, not straightened, bald with a scar across his forehead and eyes, and when he spoke it was a real rough croaky voice, "You're a bit young to be throwing you're life away drinking with this lot." He said scanning the room and sighing. "Give the kid a drink Oxton, you and I both know it could be his last." Ordore looked to his right. The dwarf the bartender, Oxton, was serving before. He was staring right back at Ordore and gave a slight chuckle. Oxton grabbed a mug and poured him a drink. "That'll be 3 silver kid." Oxton asked, stretching his hand out. Ordore reached into his inner pockets of his cloak and pulled out 5 silver coins. "Keep the change." Ordore said giving a feint smile. "Thank you, son." Oxton returning the smile. "What did you mean it could be my last drink?" Ordore said turning to the dwarf and taking a chug of his mug. "Don't think you're the first person to walk through those doors in the last week. We've had quite the amount. You maybe the youngest we've had so far. You're here for the Misala job? or rather, the meeting of the..." he stopped and looked at all the passed out people in the room. Leaned in, probably just for dramatic looks, this dwarf is a weird one. "Mages..." he said ever so quietly followed by another chuckle.

_This confirms it. If many mages have come through then there is definitely a meeting. Still... a trap could well be an option. Caution is advised._

"The names Karnak Dadas," The dwarf added, "And you are...?" he was waiting for a response. Ordore stood up, finished his drink and turned to the door.

_This dwarf likes dramatic ways of saying things, well this should be dramatic and baddass_

"Ordore." He opened the door, letting the bright sun creep into the taverns doorstep. "Ordore Igbin" Closing the door behind him. He put his hood back on and entered the street. 

_Let's go to the meeting then._

And Odore started to head of in the direction of Misala.