The steady clip clop of heavy hooves meeting the worn earth of Auguston sounded as Atlas meandered through the village. His sleepy cantaloupe colored iris roving over all the sites that the village had to offer. Which to put lightly wasn't much. Perhaps at one point in time the village had been a plucky little hamlet. One whose days were filled with lively mornings and peaceful nights. A time when its patrons did not have to scramble to their shoddy homes and hope the threat passed over with little casualties as possible. A time when Reapers was not a household name uttered in harsh frightened whispers. 
	
The large snowy coated centaur's sightseeing was brought to an end as he came to his intended destination. [i]The Lazy Dragon.[/i] It looked just as the old villager had described. A bit small in size and could use some work. Overall not too shabby.  However, he wasn't to picky in the first place. He didn't plan on staying for an extended amount of time here. Just a few weeks maybe a month at the most. Long enough to rest up and hopefully earn some coin for his pocket. Or at least enough to get him by until the next settlement. He needed work and this was the place he was pointed to find it. 

Atlas bent forward slightly using his hand to push past the door hanging his head low so as not to bump it on the frame. His tall and sturdily built stature prove to be only a slight inconvenience as he entered the tavern. Thankfully his equine half was only brushed slightly by the frame and did not get stuck...this time. [i]Oh the joys of a centaur[/i].Almost immediately he had to stop so as not to trample over the small female standing near the entrance. She was shrouded in a cloak and from what he could tell was pretty young in age. [color=f7941d]" S'cuse me, ma'am." [/color]His voice a deep hum as he offered her an apologetic grin dipping his head in greeting as he stepped around her, making sure not to step on her foot in the process. She was so little and  a misstep from him could probably cause some serious damage. A quick survey of the tavern showed that business must have been slow today. A few patrons scattered about here and there with one in particular standing out from the rest. A feline like figure was seated away from the rest. Even though the feline had stirred his curiosity, for the moment, Atlas decided to leave him be. He didn't look to be in the mood for small talk. There was most likely a reason the cat had chosen a secluded spot. And Atlas could respect that. 

His attention stopped on the small sign that read [i]Adventure's Guild[/i] which was placed outside of a curtained off area. The same guild the old man had told him about. If he were to find work surely that would be where to start. As gracefully as his bulky body allowed him, Atlas made his way past the tables and people. Drawing back the curtain and entering the private room, he saw a large table with a lone figure sitting at it. [i]Huh, kind of smaller than expected. [/i] Perhaps the rest of the guild hadn't arrived yet. He shook his initial shock from him and dipped his head at the figure moving closer and extending his hand towards the stranger to shake. [color=f7941d]"Howdy, the names Atlas." [/color]Another glance around the room. [color=f7941d]"..Are you the leader of this guild?" [/color]Dumb question maybe but he couldn't just tramp right in and say nothing.