Faelis Gindien stepped through the door and looked around, eyes raised. It was a considerably fancy place, and the handsome elf assumed that most of the patrons here would have some money on them, money he could steal. But Faelis was not looking for a victim to steal from, he was looking for a job. A honest job. Well, it didn't have to be honest, but all the same, he walked up to the bar and sat down on a stool.
He leaned on the bartop, brushing his long black hair from his golden eyes, the many beads, bones and rings in his hair tinkling quietly.
He waited for the bartender to come over and then he ordered a drink. When the bartender handed him the ale a moment later Faelis stopped him as he turned away. "Is anyone here looking for a mercenary, or anyone else to do a job?"
The bartender nodded. "As a matter of fact, that young lady right over there asked me not two minutes ago about a mercenary. I don't know what kind of work she needs done, but she needs someone."
"Thanks," Faelis stood up, taking his drink, and started for the woman the bartender had pointed out. As he walked over he brushed off his short black leather long sleeved jacket and brushed back his hair again.
He approached the woman and the young man she was with and leaned against the bar next to her, setting down his drink. "So, you're looking for a mercenary?" he asked. "What kind of work do you need done?"