[h3][b][i][center][color=a36209]Saul Kent[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a36209]Location:[/color][/b] The Crossed Swords Inn, then out into the street heading for the Jail.
[b][color=a36209]Interacting With:[/color][/b]Sundos, Kyra and watching Cremwise, Persephone and Lucan [/center]


He watched the others talk, his face nonchalant, his ears sharp and that precious bottle of moonshine getting lighter and lighter.

The merchant nearby was rounding up mercenaries to join him on some errand into harm's way. He'd talked a raven haired lady into joining him first. She dressed like a travelling peasant or priest, although she sensibly wore plate boots so clearly wasn't that poor. She didn't move like a peasant tho – there was a fluid grace and pose to her that spoke of training and discipline. One to watch that one. He found himself watching her for a little longer than was perhaps polite, and he was just turning back to the table when he saw her smile. She smiled like a real, kind, loving person – not a killer. He liked that.

Which was more than could be said for the dashing swashbuckler opposite her. He had a warmer smile than her, the sort of rakish good looks that would have girls lining up in a ballroom and the sort of lazy self confidence that only came from killing someone – and knowing you could do so again. Kent couldn't help but feel he should be able to place that mans face from somewhere too.

[color=a36209]“It's just a slight stabbing, I'm sure it will be fine. I thank you for the offer mind.”[/color] He answered the fresh faced cleric. But the boy seemed to bear no orc clan markings, so probably had no right to call him battle Brother. It would be a rare lightbringer that had stood beside the scarred clans in battle. [color=a36209]“And I doubt very much I am your Brother. I would thank you not to use the title again.”[/color]

But what about this priest who had sat down with them? He was young, and had lousy taste in booze. However, there was no arguing that a cleric was exactly what they needed right now. Let's just hope this one had the courage to see it through.

[color=a36209]“A pleasure to meet you, m'lady. I hope your investigations go well, and look forward to another chance to chat. However this night grows late, and I have an appointment.”[/color] Kent pulled himself to his feet, bowed a little to the archer infront of him as she finished her dinner. He picked up the whiskey bottle from the bench behind him and then took another long swig from his own bottle. Then tapped Sundos on the shoulder. [color=a36209]“Come on father, you should probably join me for this. I regret the work of the gods rarely has the decency to wait for a man to finish his dinner.”[/color]

And with that said Kent made his way to the doorway and out to his intended rendezvous with the constable and the local priest, swaying a little on his feet from the rotgut. He only looked back to see who was following him the once as he left the Crossed Swords.