Ashardalon speaks in a angered tone. "i came seeking a place i could forget my troubles now please move aside or unless you plan on buying." Gentleman "well I-" Ashardalon interrupts. "you what thought that this random person clearly trying-" he says slowly raising his voice until a child walks by. Ashardalon now whispering. "it's very rude to randomly point people out where i come from." The gentleman says apologetically. "my apologies i simply wished to great a new comer to my town perhaps we got off on the wrong foot hi I'm Ubershreik of the craftsman guild and what brings you to our fair city." Ashardalon now pinching the bridge of his nose. "if you must talk wait until i get a few drinks in first." Ubershreik leaning in and whispering "well of course but only if you were to do a favor for me." Ashardalon sighs and looks at his empty coin pouch and says frustrated. "well seeing as i have none of your lands money what would you like." Ubershreik energetically but quietly begins explaining "well there has been a problem at our inns you see-" Ashardalon interrupts as they walk into the bar. "let me guess rats." Ubershreik a bit put off. "uh.. no, but if you could let me finish there are a group of thugs on the streets at night calling themselves (bad guy) and we need you to find their hideout so we can send in the guard to go and handle them." Ubershreik sits down and begins looking into his pouch getting ready to pull out gold coins. Ashardalon sitting down with a huff. "you buy my drinks tonight and 53 silver call it a deal." Ubershreik smirks for upon hearing this "yes yes of course." he begins counting out the money Ashardalon thinks to himself jokes on him I'm drinking till i drop.
