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[color=ff4242][b]Location:[/b][/color] Rosashire - Red Lion Tavern[hr][/center]
The odour of the tavern was like every other Seymour had visited, a pungent mixture of sweat and stale ale. He had visited Rosashire once before several years ago and the smell had only gotten worse in that time. His last visit involved tracking down a wealthy heiress who had disappeared without a word. Her father was willing to pay handsomely for her return, more so if found alive. Unfortunately Seymour found her body languishing in a sewer run off, her corpse bloated and rotten. Her body was a perfect metaphor for Rosashire, bursting at the seems and rotten to the core. 

Seymour took a gulp of the ale in front of him, it's bitter taste stung his taste buds but the easiest way to blend in was to seem just like any other patron. The rest of the tavern was filled with a variety of people from different races, it's orc owner willing to serve anyone with the required coin. His name was Skarjaw, he was a hulking mass of muscle, his dark green flesh scarred from head to toe. Whether you knew him or not, he was clearly someone who had been through and seen alot. Working for him was a slender elven woman called Nuala, shed doubled as entertainment for the customers using her soft singing voice to briefly take away their sorrows. On his first visit to the Tavern Seymour had wondered why such an attractive woman would risk working in such a place, but after seeing how she handled someone trying to reach under her dress he was more scared of her than the orc owner. 

As he took another gulp the woman came over speaking in a distinct, eloquent voice. [color=f6989d]"Hello there. I see alot of people come through here but I always remember a face."[/color] Seymour looked up to see her smiling down at him. [color=f6989d]"What brings you back here?"[/color] He never felt comfortable discussing his business in public but Nuala had helped him the first time he was in Rosashire. [color=ff4242]"What do you think Nuala?"[/color] She turned away as her cheeks turned a mild shade of pink, [color=f6989d]"So you do remember me then."[/color] She took a glass of ale from the tray she was carrying and placed it onto the table in front of Seymour. [color=f6989d]"There can only be one reason you are here and i'm guessing it's not for the entertainment."[/color] Seymour's stern demeanour broke to reveal a smile, [color=ff4242]"I wouldn't be here if there was no entertainment, although the entertainment i'm after you can't provide."[/color] Nuala tried to put on an angry face but her smile broke through to break the facade. [color=f6989d]"Well then I guess I should just..."[/color] Before she could finish she was interrupted mid sentence by Skarjaw. [color=82ca9d]"Nuala get over here and take these drinks to the group in the back."[/color] The elf turned to Skarjaw and nodded, huffing under her breath as she turned back to Seymour.[color=f6989d] "If you hand around a while i'll tell you what I know."[/color]