[center][h1][color=008000]Arkronia - The Bacchus Brew[/color][/h1][/center]

The Bacchus brew was mildly filled with patrons this night. Many humans had hit the tavern to spend their hard earned coin to drink, sing and dance away the worries of living under Arkronian rule as second class citizens. However that was not the case of Carl Jacobson, the leader of the Forgotten Tribe in the kingdom’s capital.

The Arkronians considered this middle aged man a terrorist but he regarded himself a freedom fighter. Needless to say that he wasn’t shy to use violence as a means to reach his goals. In Carl’s opinion, humans have lived far too long under the Arkronian occupation and it was time to drive these grey men back into the sea too where they came from.

Lisa Wright looked at her leader with a sense of curiosity in her eyes. With her 22 winters this brown haired lady was the youngest companion within the inner circle of Carl Jacobson’s cell. Shy might be the youngest but she was as fierce and dedicated to the cause of the Forgotten Tribe as anyone else in her group.

[color=008000] Do you really think anyone will show up, carl? What have those scalies ever done for us? Except failing rebellions?[/color]

Carl just smiled. If the Sa’kaaleed had traveled by land they could not have missed this change of time. Everyone with a bit of perception should have noticed that something was brewing, that the winds of change were about to sweep through Mycoria and that it was up to those who lived in the realm to decide who was going to get swept away.

Just as the leader was about to respond a group of lizardfolk entered the bar. Closely Carl observed them as they went to the bar. Being lizardfolk, the Saa’kaleed naturaly stood out from the human crowd in the tavern. Just as much as Any Arkronian would stand out in this place. That is why the middle aged human closely watched who entered the place after the group of Lizardfolk.

[color=008000]Do you know him, Lisa?”[/color] Asked Carl as an unfamiliar face entered the tavern just a minute after the group of Sa’kaaleed entered the Bacchus Brew.

Lisa looked closely, she had a gift when it came to remembering faces and knew pretty much anyone who frequented this establishment or lived in the neighborhood. 

[color=008000] Nope, never seen him before. You think he’s a snake?” [/color] 

[color=008000] Could be, we should be careful. Go take care of it. No place for snakes in Bacchus Brew”[/color]

Lisa gave a short nod and left the table. She walked straight up to the bar and ordered two large pints of ale and walked to the man who sat alone at a table too far away from the group of lizardfolk.

From the corners of his eyes Carl noticed how one of the Lizardfolk left the group and made his way to the Alcove he was sitting in. So the Sa’kaaleed were interested in talking. Hopefully the Lizardmen were interested in supplying him with weapons.

He turned his head toward the hooded figure and raised his pint. [color=008000]“It’s uncommon to see any Lizardfolk in this part of town. I would almost think that you’ve got my invitation.” [/color]