The Minstrel’s Perch had an odd sort of reputation to it. For whatever reason, whether by luck or happenstance, the inn seemed to be constantly flooded with patrons looking to take up a cause larger than themselves. It was not unheard of for several men and women drinking and talking amicably around a table to randomly band together; united by a common belief or problem. It was an atmosphere that promoted the type of fervor most recruiters could only dream of generating on their own...

So why stand on your soapbox in the street, calling at passerby on the off chance they might stop and listen, when all of the interested parties were gathering for you?

Teric took a brief moment to stop and enjoy the sights and sounds of the inn's main room as he first entered the door. He politely moved far enough out of the way to allow patrons entering and exiting to pass him by, but close enough to the entrance to appreciate the fresh air that flooded in every time someone opened the door. Tonight he was relatively unarmed, save for the dirk in his boot, and dressed to the nines. He was here to impress, impose, and possibly to inspire, but any and all of that depended on the mood of the crowd tonight.

Letting one more man pass by to go outside, Teric stepped up behind the door as it closed. He stuck a flyer from his coat pocket over one of the dozens of small nails securing posters, advertisements, business cards, and job postings. It was a simple, uninformative flyer at best, but it was designed to generate interest only from those actually looking for something...

WANTED
Mercenaries, fighters, agents, spies, diplomats, and contractors!

Inquire in the back...


The veteran strode over to the bar casually, his first order of business complete. The chatter, laughter, and general ambient noise of the main room was invigorating, and bolstered the old man's spirits. Ever since founding The Company with his nephew Rayse, Teric had been finding it harder than he'd imagined to get his dream enterprise up and running. A few investors he had, and the capital generated by their investments was sure to aid in the short-term, but he needed manpower if anything outside of his or Rayse's abilities and schedule was going to get done. Amongst all of these people, surely he could acquire some of that manpower tonight.

"Any clear spirit." Teric ordered simply from the balding, sweaty barkeep. "Surprise me."

When his drink came, Teric paid the man graciously with a coin and a business card that Rayse Valentino, ever the contractor, had designed and had printed up. The barkeep, probably accustomed to such shameless self-advertising put the coin in his pocket and dropped the card in a glassware jug full of similar cards on the side of the bar. No matter. Teric turned away with his drink, nonplussed. Someone in here will read it.

Drink in hand, and a mission in mind, Teric strode through the main room towards one of the darker corner booths in the back of the room. Such booths were notorious in their almost cliché appeal to lone travelers and people looking to do business privately without leaving the jolly atmosphere of the main room. All the way there, smiling and nodding at inquiring faces, Teric flicked business cards from his pocket onto the surface of almost every table in the room.

Someone in here... He thought optimistically.


Open and IC recruitment thread for The Company. I'll answer any OOC questions via PM or AIM.