[center][color=00a651][h1]MUNCH THE BUTCHER[/h1][/color][/center]

It's been a long walk through the weather. After getting enough money to buy new gear, Munch finally arrived to Targos as part of his journey. He was used to cold winds but even he didn't want to stay out here for any longer than he had to. To get inside, have a warm meal, and a delicious drink, he could really go for something like that right now. Slapping his face to keep it warm Munch asks around for directions. They pointed him towards the Three Flags Sailing for drinks, and the Luskan Arms for a room. Munch was a bit light in the pocket right now but with any luck he'll find work at the tavern. If nothing else he could always ply his services as a cleric and chef. People always needed healing and food. 

As Munch glances around he recognizes a familiar face. One that he didn't exactly want to see again. Quickly Munch pulls up his hood and turns his head away. Best if they don't talk to each other, or show that they know one another. People may start asking questions. Munch heads straight towards the Three Flags Sailing as fast as his little feet could take him.