Private Tales Garbled Whispers

[Jericho]

It was a rowdy night here at the Sleepy Troll inn. Bards were singing, patrons were drinking, and couples were dancing the night away. The staff was working overtime, bartenders rapidly pouring drinks, servers rushing to bring them to waiting patrons. A burly mercenary wandered around the bar, keeping a eye out for trouble-makers.

Yet on the sidelines of the party, a robed women sat alone. Her eyes scanned the crowds, looking out for the distinctive blue skin of the new recruit. If she remembered correctly, the recruit was supposed to have arrived about 4 minutes ago.

Faelin K'Abveirin

 

[Faelin K'Abveirin]

Faelin entered the busy tavern. The sounds of loud music seemed like a sudden blast against the otherwise calm serenity that was outside.
The elf wore his long green robe and a straw hat which concealed most of his face. He glanced only enough from underneath to see the person he was meant to meet up. He headed there directly.