Rith's cold eyes gazed around the Bloodseal tavern. He didn't see anyhthing out of the ussual. Drunks and creatures of the night mingled about. Fights occasionaly broke out but were shortly after resolved. Rith sat at an empty table in a shadowy corner. He was not in his childish form but in the form of a tall hooded man. Tonight was a night for buisness. He had no job he needed done, but it was more so a test a find a useful assassin, which could possible lead to a new recruit, but Rith doubted he would find some one with capablities that impressed him that much. If Rith needed a job done he would handle it himself or through his guild. He wouldn't reply on random people for such tasks.

The candle before Rith seemed to be doing a better job of calling the shadows that seemed almost to be choking it than dispelling them. His long fingers silently rapped against the table as he waited on one of the assassin's he was expecting.

Garthock had been wandering around for quite some time after his connrontation with the minotaur in the arena.Knowing only one place that could cure his boredome he decided to go into the Tavern.
Garthock walks in,and sits at the bar and orders a drink.Looking around nothing seemed out of place...not like his last visit...when a Dragon in polymorphered human form nearly killed him.Garthock would never forget the high pitched scream the monstrosity made as his Katana sank deep into the creatures gut.
But one figure did catch his eye..someone..sitting in the corner..alone..looking bored..and looking like they were expecting someone.ThinkingAh hell it cant hurt to go talk to the guyGarthock stood up,grabbed his drink..and approached the man.

I am Garthock Whisperwind...Mind if I sit with you?