| Ian also ordered a mug of the tavern's best ale, but wasn't as eager to drink it down as his new companion was. He nursed the tankard while thinking on their new mission. "He didn't give us much information, did he? We don't know if the woman a witch, or if she has any professional protection," he said, his voice hissing slightly on the s's. He glanced at his new companions. "Well, I suppose we'd better get to know each other a little better since we'll be working together. I am Ian Silverwing, traveling mercenary." He glanced up at the others, waiting for them to introduce themselves. |