Marcas enters the Barras

[mcbale]

Marcas laughs darkly as the newcomer sits "You can drop the Sir to start with, I'm not a knight yet. Who might you be?"

[Rob]

 Oberyn replies "My lord, I am Oberyn MacFintain, a squire in the Griffon Order, I was hoping to join you as it is required of squire of my order, sir", Oberyn takes a drink, then looks awkwardly at it questioningly 

[mcbale]

"And why would you want to join me in particular? What do you even know about me? What have you been told?" Marcas leans back in his chair, obviously slightly bemused and vaguely surprised at the request.

[Rob]

"The order has sent me to Lirron and for the time being I am staying In this area, when I asked some militia men they told me of yourself and that I might find you here." Oberyn takes another sip, "They also said you were grandson of the honourable  Baron McGowan"

[mcbale]

"It's true, I am not only the Baron's kin, he is also my Liege Lord. Well, I suppose I should at least give you chance, but understand this: While we are in the field, you do as I say, not as I do. I am not bound by the same sins and strictures as you and something I do to survive may not end well for you." Marcas leans forward again, tone suddenly very serious. "You will attend me here in Barra for the hiring this coming Aaturday, you will take care of your own healing supplies and weapons, if I feel you aren't up to task of what I am setting out to do, you will be left here to find another group, I won't have your blood on my hands as well. Is that understood?"

[Rob]

"I understand and thank you for this chance sir, I hope to be of assistance to you on this hiring", Oberyn finishes his drink, "Now if you'll excuse me," he says getting up "I best make my preperations". Oberyn turns back to the table and gestures farewells "Marcas", he turns to Elandowyn "MyLady" Oberyn then turns placing his tankard back on the bar before leaving.

[mcbale]

"Poor kid, doesn't know what he's got himself into." Shaking his head, Marcas turns back to Elandowyn, "Where were we? Ah yes, Oluthen, do you know anything about it? I have heard nothing about the place itself?"

[Dragon Claire]

Elandowyn continues to drink as the two men talk and visably winces at the "m'lady"
After he has left she turns to Marcas
"Well. That was brief. But fortuitous perhaps."
As Marcas asks of Oluthern she thinks for a moment before answering. "Not much. I know we are to be near a large forested area known as the Schwartzwald which is, among other things, the ancestral home of werewolves. Other than that there were a few notes on the adventurers notices I recall."

[mcbale]

"Werewolves eh? sounds like that could be interesting."
Marcas stands, picks up his tankard "If you'd excuse me for a moment Elandowyn, my tankard is empty." He makes his way over to the bar, his limp seeming more pronounced than usual.
With his tankard refilled he returns to table, sitting down heavily. He takes a drink before continuing, "What do you know about this Baron Harwick? I have heard very little beyond what my Lord Grandfather could tell me."

[Leah]

Saffron almost walks into the door frame as she pushes inside the tavern. She is wearing a simple red robe and has a large, nasty scar on her face in the letter 'S', denoting that she is a slave. She holds a sheet of parchment out in front of her, reading it intently with her mouth open and shock in her eyes. The only other thing she carries is a dagger held in her left hand.

She trips over her feet, so consumed by the bit of paper, and topples into the bar. "Uh, sorry," She mumbles, looking up at the barman.

"What'll it be, dear?" He asks, and Saffron's face turns red.

"I don't have any money." She sighs, glancing down at the piece of paper again. "Is it alright if I sit a while?"

The barman's face softens and he nods, placing a glass of water on the bar for her. "Thank you," she smiles. "It's a wonderful day, you know."

The barman smiles, "Aye, every days a good day in here." And he walks away.

[mcbale]

Marcas looks up as the newcomer enters the bar, obviously intrigued, he looks back to Elandowyn "Excuse me a moment."

Marcas makes his way over to the bar, leaning heavily on the bar he looks over to the newcomer, noticing the mark on her face.
"Not seen a slave in these parts before, so either I've not seen as much of these lands as I should have or you aren't all you seem." He offers a hand, "Marcas McGowan, Feudal Errant to Baron McGowan, may I ask your name?"

[Leah]

Saffron stumbles back a bit and then shakes her head and stands up straight. "Saffron, My Lord, Saffron Wilde." She tentatively takes Marcas' hand, showing the other 'S' scar on the back of her hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"There are slaves everywhere, My Lord, but their purpose is to be unnoticed and unobtrusive."

[mcbale]

"Please, Saffron, call me Marcas, my Grandfather is the Lord not me. I did not mean to startle you, my apologies." He gestures over to the table where Elandowyn is sitting, "Would you care to join us? My friend and I were just discussing some rather interesting matters and a fresh set of opinions would be most refreshing."

[Leah]

She frowns, studying Marcas for a moment, and then smiles and shrugs. "I don't know why you're interested in talking to me, but it is much appreciated."

She follows him over to the table, clutching her bit of parchment to her chest and her dagger held awkwardly down so as not to look as though she's being threatening.

[mcbale]

As they reach the table Marcas begins to make introductions. "Elandowyn, this is Saffron Wilde, Saffron, Elandowyn McCrae." Marcas retakes his seat with grunt. "So, Saffron, what brings to our small corner of the Lirron? Clydesdale is very dangerous place these days."