Timestamp: Takes Place one month after D.H.T.
(OOC: Alberdyne has been accepted, not accepting any more)
'Nearly four months' Bottlebrush thought to himself during a slow night at the Dragon's Head Tavern, 'I've been here almost four months, and its great.' The young shapeshifter had been the bartender at the Tavern for nearly two months when he was contacted by a person, who referred to himself as 'The Raven.' The young shapeshifter's job had been easy, milk a couple of members of the Corone Armed Forces for information that could lead to several aspects of other jobs. Bottlebrush wasnt paid well for it, but he was paid each time the shapeshifter brought in some relevent information.
Two days ago, Bottlebrush received a letter stating that they needed him to do an actual job, and they were willing to p ay triple the nominal fee. Not like they gave him an actual choice or anything, but he was willing to do 'nearly anything' for money, and that definitely included what they wanted done. Unfortunately though, the young shapeshifter would need more information, specifically any way to get in undetected.
The small pointed ears on the small humanoid's head perked up when he heard the bell ringing for entry. It was raining outside, and from the sounds of it, it was not just a small bout of winter showers, but something more sinister. Bottlebrush looked up to see his friend, Misir Yvul, and unknowingly let out a small grimace as he picked up a glass to start cleaning. Misir was a tall-ish humanoid with what looked like almost elven features and strikingly beautiful black hair that, when let down, went almost down to the small of her back. Other than the sullen look on her face, she was one of the most beautiful people he'd met, since working here, and was more than happy to have some company on this dark, and stormy, night.
"Hello, Misir." The young shapeshifter smiled as he motioned for her to get a chair. "What can i get you tonight. The usual?"
"No thanks, Bottlebrush. I'll just get some," She paused, as if trying to remember something specific, "'Beer Flavoured Ogre Piss'" She laughed, along with him, remembering the dwarves that were complaining about the ale a week ago.
Once the two of them had managed to stop laughing, Bottlebrush brought out a small bottle of some sort of Grain alcohol, and poured out two shots, one for her, and one for himself. "On the house." The young shapeshifter spoke as he pushed one over to her. "Whats on your mind?"
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