in a bar in the Windy meadows of south Lythan, a tavern is where we begin, doing what we normally do. an armored person sits at a table with a piece of paper and a quill next to it, awaiting people to sign a contract
Shay approaches the armored figure and signs his name on the paper. He levels his eyes with them, "Your movement has my alleigance," he goes to take a seat at a separate table.
Laeothrin walks into the bar, pulling down the hood of his cloak as he enters. He wasn't quite sure why he was in Lythan, it didn't exactly have much to offer. Perhaps it was the natural Sylvari inclination to explore new places. He sat down at the bar, hoping they had decent food.
"Im sure we could work something out, dear " the tavern maid went to get Leo some of the Boar off the spit. The wink she gave him was shuddering. The maid was like 17, and a curvy one at that
Laeothrin, being 3, was totally oblivious to the barmaid's advances. He looks around, seeing the piece of paper and the quill next to the armored warrior. "What's that for?" He asks.