Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947/@comment-27830834-20180724234443

The Bartender, a hairless, gaunt creature, gives Maxus a brief nod of recognition before giving out a semi-amused sigh at Klaus' order.

"Ice? Here? Throne's sake Max, ya pickin' up more offworld strays?" He chuckles. His voice seems somewhat garbled, lisping almost. Reaching below the bar, he produces two semi-clean glasses of a clear, semi-viscous liquid and sets them before you with his tentacle-like fingers.

Given that you don't have a visual description of Kestrel, it's hard to know what you're looking for. However, you do notice that many of the rougher-looking clients are sporting serious ink, blacks and blues forming similar maze-like patterns on the exposed skin. In fact, said tattoos are remarkably similar in design to the ones you saw Caddoc bearing...

It finally hits you: half the people in here are Caebolg footsoldiers, known on the streets as Braves. And most of them are looking intently at the four newcomers that just strolled in.