[center][h2][color=996633]Contract Hunter[/color][/h2][/center]

"I think you turn left down this road," the buxom tavern wench said, holding a bucket of water she had just drawn before being interrupted by this savage looking Dwarf stranger. Keggar sniffed the air, though for what the women could not tell. She felt he was dangerous in a way most men weren't, though not towards her or her well being, she felt certain. With his many weapons, well armored body, and rugged, stout musculature, she found him oddly attractive in a repulsive kind of way. 

"[color=996633]I dinnae think that's correct, woman. Look, I'm just trying tae get to the Town Hall[/color]." He said, glancing her way. She placed the water bucket down and put her hands on her hips. "Why are you interested again? The Inn here can help you find a room for the night..." She looked him up and down. "If you actually sleep in beds?" 

He turned to her with an incredulous look, then gave her a wink. "[color=996633]If it suits me[/color]." He tossed her a gold coin which she fumbled to catch. It bounced off her large breasts and into her hands, which gave the Dwarf a laugh before he marched down the road to where she had pointed him. Heavy boots thudding on the stone as his fur cloak swayed in the light wind, the ragged Dwarf slipped by merchants and shouldered through milling throngs, his mind now fully on the hunt. 

Finding the steps to a larger building, to him it seemed important and prominent enough to probably be the town hall. Pompous rapscallions permeated the area as well, which led him think he'd found the right place. The wench was right! The Dwarf waddled up the steps, and entered the archway to find a very refined knightly man, with pale hair and two swords in the witcher style. He didn't seem to be a witcher though, from what Keggar could tell. 

"[color=996633]Oi, heard you lot got a Drowner problem[/color]." He announced to no one in particular. He'd made the pronouncement not moments after Niavak had done the same.