[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Kyra[/center][/b]
Most of the more fragile races would have been bothered by the cool greeting the weather had bestowed upon the cozy shitheap that was Salarn, but it was a cold of more familiar times to Nor. And although he couldn't help but feel some of that old resentment bubble up from within, it was accompanied with a somber nostalgia. Next time he would go sleep at an inn during the winter, Nor decided to ask for/purchase additional blankets. 

After getting decent, Nor collected his things and made his way to the common room/pub. He made a quick scan of the room and found only two people of note, that gnome from last night who carried himself like he owned the place and the silver-haired broad, with a wolf curled up right by her. Well can't blame a gnome for not standing up against an animal being in his establishment when it was that large. His mind made some quick risk assessments before deciding to approach Kyra. He mentally prepared for the lass' pet to start making some noise and being threatening towards him, cause that's what dogs did. He'd just need to make sure to not let it startle him.

[color=746f6f]"Morning, lass. M'name's Nor Dunadkar an' I'm just going tae cut tae the chase. I cam tae this town lookin' tae make a profit, and I see a chance tae make some profitable gains by joining the party yer apart of, but I can't do so if everyone's scared tae make conversation with me. And it's not like I cannae offer some use tae ye either. Been, introducing meself as a barber, and that be true, been trained in that craft since I was a wee lad. But I've also got decades of military and mercenary experience. If yer dealing with undead, ye'll need more than 7 people tae deal with that. So how bout's this: I lend ye me mercenary services, and ye help me get intae the club."[/color]