Chapter 01: A Town Called Salvation

A short shifter steps into the room, dressed in simple leathers with a spear by his side and a bow on his back. He nods at the barkeeper, ordering the house ale.

With ale in hand he make his way over to the salavage board, looking it over carefully to see if any new jobs have turned up. He's particularly looking for any that deal with his old unit, hoping that some of them did somehow survive. In any case, any job to the Mournland could help him find their remains, if any exist, to give them the burial they deserve.

Kale Corren is a young man who just finished his dinner and is now working the entertainment of the hour. He is trying to acclimatize himself to the whiskey they serve - but each time he takes a sip, his face contorted in horrible winches and frowns.

He carries the tools of a Magewrite. He is not a magical engineer like the artificers, more like a magical repair man.

After finishing his short of whiskey, to some cheering, he is offered another, but declines. He walks to the salavage board. He skims all the notices for specific keywords related to the Knights Arcane.
Sighing as there are no hints of them this time, he takes his time to study the new posts.
Anything interesting? He asks those studying the board with him.

Standing there he is dressed in a soft leather robe/jacket and the tools of his trade.

Cerise sat in a quiet corner of the tavern, sipping on a tall glass of water. Her eyes were constantly scanning over the other patrons, as if she expected trouble to arise at any moment. One might describe her as jumpy or overly cautious, but her instincts have been proven right more often than not. So she remains ready, a hand discretely hovering near her belt so she can have her shortsword out in a blink if need be.

She didn't intend to come to Salvation. Rather, it just so happened that fleeing from the Trust caused her to drift in. She never stayed in one place for too long, but it seemed like they had finally lost her trail here. She also saw just how much money there was to be made in Salvation, so she stuck around. The skills she'd been forced to develop by her life on the run were in demand, so why not put them to good use? Maybe she could eventually make enough money to open a clinic. Her hands still yearned to heal, even if it had led to her being framed. For now though, she was just another salvager.

She saw a small crowd forming around the salvage board, Kale and Birch among them. Had the board been updated recently? She couldn't just sit there and let all the good jobs get plucked up. She finished off her glass of water and rose from her chair, standing quite tall for a woman. Pulling her mask over her mouth, she headed over to the board and began to examine it. She was looking for high pay above all else.

Leaning against the bar overly relaxed, a youthful, white-haired man keeps talking to a girl that seems a bit overwhelmed by his attention. With his blue eyes, tall build and nicely polished leather armor he strikes a heroic pose.

"Yeah - we did the whole Kezzel Run in merely 12 units. Fastest carriage in the Mournlands!" Colt tries to impress her. But in vain. The girl vanishes with a shaking head into the evening crowd. Watching after her for a second the young man shrugs and looks for the next girl he could try to charm.

Instead the adventurer picks up his gatorwine and glides to through the taproom towards the salvage board. "Gents, M'Lady." he greets the people that gathered in front of the board, while rasing his cup in a laissez-faire gesture. "Anything worth the time of an experienced professional?" he inquires while leeting his gaze roam over the papers for a few seconds.