Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-29559990-20160624011136

Brolin sat nonchalantly at the bar with an ice cold bottle of mead in his hand, which he had acquired by means of soft hands and silent feet.

He would occassionally glance around the room to see if anyone looked like a good specimen to bring aboard the Jackal, but most of the faces he saw belonged to either drunken wretches whose poors were probably oozing with alcohol, or women looking to rent out their body for the night. He figured that he would most likely find talent if he looked hard enough, but Kane and company were most likely already on that...