[b]Aesthen - Foamy crown[/b]

Aesthen had just received his [i]cheap[/i] ale and was engaging one of the young tavern serving girls. A petite half-elf. With his devilish smile and a few well placed words he had won her over. He really needn’t say that much but show her the polite consideration and etiquette that most drunks failed to do. A few little clever compliments here and there of things other than her cleavage line and her cheeks were blushing bright red. Although, once she smiled the words came easily. Aesthen found her very forward for a betrothed woman.

Meanwhile he had done the maths, and despite the many variables left unanswered his ever suspicious gut told him this tavern was a front. Someone or some faction was backing it. Unaware of who it might be affiliated with he decided to be careful how he presented himself. So subtly and very slowly he drew information from this young lass.

Aesthen’s search for answers was interrupted as the tedious motion of the tavern door echoed its tired tune once again, even still at this late hour it couldn’t find rest. A giant of a woman entered. She was not only big in height but muscle too. Her intimidating stature towering above all others. Her tinted skin, heavy armour and large glaive telling a story. A Goliath warrior. Instantly this was someone Aesthen wanted on his side. He studied her for a moment having never met a Goliath before. He appreciated all rare things. She caught his stare and he froze for a moment, but she simply gave him a friendly nod. He smiled back returning the nod, feeling a little foolish. He decided he would talk to her once she was settled. There was no rush, the night was still young.

Now that there was a new patron his serving girl left his side, breaking their conversation to return to the work she was supposed to be doing. This left Aesthen alone with his thoughts as he nursed his ale while newcomers continued to roll in. 
Another fierce looking woman found a table to share while an old man made himself a person of interest by flaunting his wealth before approaching the Goliath. While this man was an obvious target, years of instinct told Aesthen so, he instead saw him as a different opportunity. He subtly looked around the tavern, looking for anyone else that might have seen his obvious display of coin but was actively remaining unaware or avoiding directly looking at the old man.

Trying to notice those who wished to be unnoticed. Aesthen, afterall, was here to find a man that didn’t want to be too easily found. With no details of face or features he had less than a name to go off. All that Aesthen really knew was that he was looking for a thief, perhaps his only connection to the thieves guild. It had cost him some good coin for the little information he did have. He just had to hope his message found its way to the right people.

He hated having to trust in thieves.