[center][h2][color=#F0E68C]Aslan Calides[/color][/h2][/center]
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This was not Aslan's first time at the Stone's Throw Tavern. He had been in Fenris for some time, and despite his own dislike of the cold climate of the land. Fenris is the best place for someone like him, or at least that is what he thinks as he walks down the cold dirt road that leads to the tavern. Somewhere he can operate freely and earn good coin. He is going to need that coin for his future endeavors. But for now, back to the tavern and see what other jobs are available.

It did not take long for Aslan to reach the Stone's Throw Tavern, and once he opened the door and stepped in. He was immediately greeted by the sweet warmth of the tavern as the last traces of the cold vanished from the air. A sensation Aslan very much enjoys since his stay in Fenris. While he misses the warmth of his homeland, he has grown to tolerate the coldness of the land. But Aslan savours any warmth that he finds in this frozen land. 

But as for the tavern, it is just like the one he knows. Filled with lively mercenaries, drinking, talking, singing, and playing games. A sight that did not seem to change each time he came here. However, despite being an outsider in the eyes of anyone who could see his face. The mercenaries mainly left him alone. Since they were busy with their own drinking, talking, and singing. A figure with a hooded cloak did not seem to faze them, or at least in ways that would make them think about confounding Aslan. He knew some of them, but the fact remains. They did not care for him. Plus, he has a good rapport with the tavern owner, Maeki, since Aslan is not one to cause problems. Though he does owe the owner some, as he helped Aslan with finding contracts since coming here, and he tries to repay that debt when he can. 

So, as Aslan effortlessly made his way to the counter and saw that there were some others already there. A pair, a woman with leather clothes and a fox fur scarf that did not look cheap, and hid her lower face, and what looked like a man in light armor next to her. Which Aslan could tell the man had Luxun features, and for a moment. His blood started to heat up, but despite the anger he had towards those from the west. He chose to remain cool for now and ignore him. No sense getting angry to fight someone with Luxun blood every time he sees one. Just not worth it, and there is a time and place for that. Here is not that place. 

There were two others at the counter as well, one a man with a cup of mead and a woman with a sword tied on her back with black cloth. Aslan thinks he has seen the woman before here, but so have other patrons in here.  

Either way, he decided not talk ot them and simply waited at the counter for Maeki. Once Maeki was done talking to the pair, Aslan motioned with his right hand to get Maeki's attention and simply nodded once he did. Getting the silent nod back from Maeki, he sat there patiently. Subtly eyeing the other mercenaries on the counter as he waited to be served.