[color=MediumVioletRed][center][h1]Dullin[/h1][/center][/color]

Dullin eyed the new girl in the bar carefully. Initially the tattoos on her face made the wizard weary, but as she listened to the bartender talk, she couldn't help but feel relieved to see clergy here in this godforsaken dale.
[color=MediumVioletRed]"Now that woman, she's who you talk to about getting your weapon enchanted, Domic"[/color] She stated bluntly and loudly, promoting a chance for the woman to hear that there were others who would be interested in her quarry.

Dullin was about to order the woman a drink when she saw how ravenously she ate. Unfortunately, the guards and their erratic behavior quickly stole her interest. She tried to listen in, but amongst the clinks of glasses and the crackle of the fire, Dullin couldn't hear. She merely bid her time, waiting for the bartender and his mate to begin griping. In a practiced move she flicked her wrist, releasing  a swirling blue mist that slowly gave way to an old, mangled black cat. The snarl-toothed cretin hunkered down near the bar, just out of sight, silently listening to the two talk.