[url=https://dicecloud.com/character/jJZGMnP4caNEXSnPs][b][color=f7941d]CROW EATER[/color][/b][/url]

	The mood of the crowd was silent. Drips of the rain water tapping erratically over the establishment filling in the silence as a high elf and three humans offered their aid... One way or another. The dimly lit room made it difficult for him to fully perceive their appearances but the dragonborn's thoughts were affirmed. This was clearly a job worthy for undertaking. He brought his girth about the conversation and shrugged the water droplets off of his wet studded tunic before rearing the hood that covered his complexion.

	[color=f7941d]"Ye'll find me as a sort of spy. Not the kind to serve tyrants, though."[/color] His tone seemed down to earth and lazy with a subtle nasal texture on some vowels. He stood with a relaxed posture, with his hand resting rather closely to his waist, almost as though he is reaching for the shortsword stowed away by his side. [color=f7941d]"You wouldn't be offerin' these mates some kind of job earlier would you? I'd kindly provide my services. Just fill me in the details."[/color] (Sleight of hand attempt to steal something in his pocket: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3233]26[/url])

	(If successful, he will reveal the item from the warrior's pouch and return it to him.)