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Those who often saw and dealt with mercenaries normally knew that they were prone to be a very diverse group, some even bordering the eccentric. But even among those, Eirún stood out. Despite being a sporadic visitor in Blackpebble, she was still the center of rumors, stares and whispers whenever she came to the town in search for a job. As usual, those were all met with the cold indifference that Eirún was already known for as she made her way to the Stone's Throw Tavern, a place known by mercenaries as an unofficial hub to those looking for contracts while also serving as a place to rest and eat between jobs.

Inside of the Stone's Throw, most of the regulars already knew Eirún enough to simply leave her to her own devices as she was generally quiet and calm, rarely causing any issues as long as she wasn't provoked. The owner himself also didn't seem to mind Eirún's presence that much as she rarely caused problems. Unlike some, more rowdy patrons, she always kept blade tied to her back, neatly wrapped in black cloth instead of waving it around and mostly kept to her own. Another one of the reasons for that was also the deal she ended up making with the tavern's owner. Whenever she came searching for a job, she would pay him an extra fee, equivalent of a room to spend the night. At first, this fee was a way for Eirún as a new mercenary to have some help finding her first contracts but nowadays she continued paying it not only to thank the owner for his help, but also to ask him to recommend her to trustworthy employers.

From the bard's song to the loud noises of drunk mercenaries, the tavern was exactly as Eirún remembered it. No matter how many times she came, the atmosphere was the same. What was different from usual though were the two patrons who were speaking with the owner. Both of them seemed to be quite different from the usual patrons that attended the tavern. Sitting down on the bench, silently waiting for the owner to greet her, Eirún couldn't help but pay a bit more attention at the man and woman speaking to the owner. The man wore light armor while the woman wore fine leather clothes and a fox fur as a scarf, practical but of unmistakable quality. Both of them were dirty with soot and smelling heavily of smoke. Their expressions also had a certain grim urgency, indicating that whatever they've been through was something serious.

When both strangers seemed to have finished talking, Eirún finally greeted the owner in the same way he was already used to: a faint, almost imperceptible smile, a rare thing she reserved only for a few people, and a nod. 
With a discreet wave, Eirún put a few coins on the counter, enough to pay for the deal she had with the owner and a little extra. As she did so, she raised her to hand her mouth, curling her fingers inward towards her lips, signalling her desire to have something to eat and drink.

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