"Here's me hand an' me 'eart, Cap'n." She said, as she dipped her paw nail into the ink and scrawled her X on the contract with three lines next to it. "Tavi is me name, sir. Crystal Tavi. Ho, ho, ho!" She laughed in her soft feminine voice.

Druid heard the commotion, and looked over, her grey eyes finding the group chattering, while one signed a contract of sorts. Her ear twitched, as he thought to herself, ' Must be recruiting for something? A naval crew of sorts, perhaps.' She then sighed, and looked ahead again, reaching into the small satchel she carried with her and pulling out a small map. Might as well plot her coarse of travel for when the rain ended. Staying in one place for to long made her fur itch.

(Reminder ping me please!)

Garvin "Gar~male~ The North Star

"Welcome to ta crew lass." The buck smiled folding her page up and putting it in a pouch about his belt. With that he looked bout the room. His attention turned then to a nixi with many colors about her. "Say lass ye look as if ye could use an adventure, what ye say ye join us?" He asked Druid.

Druid was distracted from her map when she heard a heavily accented voice to her side. Her ears twitching, she turned her head to look at the bulbori that was talking to her. Looking him over, she could tell he lived a sea life, and thought a moment on his offer. She then smirked, rolling up and storing her maps, hopping from her seat to stand before the buck," Adventure? Yeah, I just happen to be in the market for such a thing. I've nothing to loss so why not, huh?"

((OOC: Forgot to ping. Sorry ))

Garvin "Gar"~male~ The North Star

"Tat's ta spirit!" He cackled right before the dart sailed between his ears which were pointed up at the time. Least they hadn't aimed for the golden ring that hung from his ear. "That's quiet an aim ye got thar missy." He said to the other nixi, this one being black in color with green eyes. "But ye be messing wit ta wrong fella if ye lookin to fight."

Ilmarinen ~~ 16 ~~ Male ~~ the inn

The mostly grey Nyte pushed the door open with the left front paw. As he did his razorsharp claws made a small scratch on the door, making only those closest to the door bothering to look at the male. How loong had it been since he had been anywhear near others? Nearly a year possibly. For over 5months on the road he had not dared to aproach anyone, still beeing to close to the place he had once called home, and the clan he had called masters. All he had left of that ... life. Yes it feelt like a diffrent life was the rather heavy bracelet that had at one point been atached to a chain. However now it was just a massive heavy clump of iron around his left frontpaw that was nothing but a nuicanse. Despite his efforts to get help removing it noone had dared to even atempt it. The male was brought back to reality and the present time as the door closed on his tail that was still resting somewhat outside so with a somewhat clumpsy movement he took it inside and the door shut close. The wet feathers was hanging heavy on him but with little to no care for who he angerd by wetting down he walked through the crowd, as close as he could to heatsorce that ended up beeing a black ironstow that stood in a courner to help keep the room warm despite wintermonths. Happy with the place he layed down close to it, enough to almost burn the feathers.

The warmth that spread through the body slowly making him sleepy and the nyte that had the nickname ``The slow golgdspotted one`` would probably be even slower in this state. Not that he is dumb, he can be smart but it takes time for him to undderstand new things. But simply doing the same thing day after day, month in and mounth out, or heck even years as they passed will do that to a mind.Simply as to confirm something he opend his beak a few times before he started to nibble on the ironbraclet once more. The otherwise smooth and wellmade mettalbraclet had several marks on it, witnessing on such a crule behaviour by its wearer for a long time. His eyes keept wandering around the room he had walked into, seeing small groups here and there. What, however surpriced him the most, was seeing a bulbori in the mist of it. He had never seen one except in a stew or so at his old home, in his past life. Seen it, never eaten it.

His rather small and compact body build showed everyone that he was indeed built for brute strength and loong hard works rather than speed and agility. He may look strong but what keeps him the safest is afterall the claws that can not be hidden like some clawbearers can. instead they are always on display for the world to see.

(If I made a mistake somewhear please do let me know :D )

Druid smiled, her tails moving about. Her fur was mostly dry now, and had a slight shine from the lights around them. So, she had a chance to get out of here now. When a dart went between the bucks ears and planted into the post beside her, she blinked and glanced at it before glancing at the nixi who had thrown the dart.