Simin had bustled around the tables, a few feet finding their way into the path as an armful of plates nearly went flying in all directions. Had it not been for the Komodo's tail catching them so readily, a few patrons would have been wearing leftovers, rather than...
Allir Reaches - Northern Plains
Around him was a clatter of swords, armor, and horses as various sell-swords gathered their equipment and prepared to mount up. Most of them Thren didn't know, and in truth didn't want to know.
They were all here for the same reason really; money.