[h3][b][i][color=7F7765][center]Lucan Cauldwell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=7F7765]Location:[/color][/b] Crossed Swords Tavern & Inn
[b][color=7F7765]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Persephone[/center]

Lucan appreciated that Persephone did not decide to press him further. He assumed she was smart enough to realise he had avoided her questions, but whether or not she actually trusted him, he couldn't tell. Taking another sip of his drink, he let out a sigh of relaxation. He had not avoided Persephone's questions out of ill will, in fact, he held no ill will to anyone in that town, Lucan had particularly recently been trying to avoid breaking the law to any degree, it wasn't his fault when he came across a particularly gullible group of gamblers, and ended up walking off with their hard-earned money. And as for being a bandit, he hadn't used force to steal from anyone for at least two weeks.

Tapping his fingers against his mug once more, he shifted his gaze out to the bar, spotting the fatter man with the large brim hat wander through the tavern, giving a class to any attentive enough to notice in 'how not to eavesdrop'. Sipping at his ale, he tilting his head back toward Persephone as he spoke, following her finger back to the very man he had just been watching. [color=7F7765]"He's an odd one, obviously looking to hear something."[/color] He had now properly caught Lucan's attention. He didn't appear to be a spy, or a criminal, and if he was either he was certainly a very bad one. He was larger than the average adventurer, so Lucan doubted he left the town much, at least not on long trips... The purple trim of his clothing made Lucan think he had at least some degree of wealth, as did the seemingly reasonably sized pouch on his belt.

[color=7F7765]"He might be looking for someone, actually."[/color] Lucan had established that this man had the look of an entrepreneur, a businessman. There was always money to be made in a time of war, and right on the edge of a conflict one could usually find people to help get that money, either because they desired some coin of their own, which would usually be his case, or because they had some childish fantasy of being a 'hero'. [color=7F7765]"Looking for workers, mercenaries, something like that, if you ask me - then again, I might be completely wrong."[/color] He chuckled with a shrug, taking another long drink to finish off his ale, setting down the mug and pushing it aside slightly.