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(Any one can join, you can have whatever characters you want, just stay with them and keep the game going until the end, if you need to get out before the end, we can work something out. I'd like you to put the information on your character in the 'Characters, and Profiles, etc.' under 'RPG Characters etc'
Just because the way I'm used to playing, I might play more than one character to keep it going :: Edit :: And remember to keep to the rules, no god modding etc, this is like a story, I'd prefer for people not to die, but some times it happens. Play nice, and keep it clean!! Please don't swear, if you must have your character spout expellatives, please just say that they do so, there is no need to put swear words in what they say. Any thing that doesn't work with me, I will PM you, and ask for you to change it, if you don't and it is something that is big, I will request that it be deleted by one of the crew. )

Mercy looked around the crouded tavern and sighed. She hated relying on others to help her, she'd been indipendent almost since she was 5. Unpleasent memories of her parents death floated up to the surface, to be pushed down forcably in her mind. She needed to focus on the task at hand.
She sat down at the counter, and turned to face the rest of the room, watching the people come and go. There were no racial boundaries here, drow mixed with light elf, naga, and halfling, they all had the same purpose, to higher out their skills for money, whether they be assassins, or mages. Being an assassin herself, Mercy was able to pick them out, and determine how good they were.
Just to not draw attention, she ordered a drink, water. She needed a clear head while in this place. She leaned against the counter, hand resting lightly on the dagger hilt attached to her belt, and sipped her drink, continueing to observe, and trying to pick out one that would be able to get the job done.

(is he like one of the modern Giants? 8-10 feet tall about?)
Mercy's eyes widened slightly as she saw the giant apear through the doorway. She'd seen one before, but it had been a long time. She schooled her features and watched him, concidering.
Hearing the muttered comment, she turned to the bartender and whispered something, then turned back to the giant, "Would you join me for a cup of tea?" she inquired. She kept on the aleart for others, but she wanted to know more about this giant, and giants in general.

Mercy smiled at the giant, a thing she didn't do much, not recently any way. "The reason could be, sir, that I am also a stranger to this land, and saw one of kindred spirit in that aspect." She wanted to know more about this giant before she revealed much about herself. She hesitated not more than a second, then supplied the name that she had gone by almost since her parents death, "Mercy." she said.
She turned to the barman, who gave the hot drinks. Mercy turned back and handed one to the Giant and waited for him to supply his own name.
Just because she was in a conversation with some one didn't mean that she had to let her guard down to him, or any one else in that room. The last thng she needed was a knife in her back before she was able to get things going.

Willow sighed happily as the warm liquid sloshed around to the back of his mouth before sliding down and lighting an inviting fire in the pit of his rather large belly.
The warmth clung to his insides as he sipped some more. Careful not to drop the bowl and accidently swallow it.
He had to pay many expensive bills that way.

The chill that had so viciously attacked him was now but a distant memory smoldering outside in the snow. Only to weakly rekindle for a moment whenever the door was opened.
Willow carefully laid the bowl onto the bar before slumping the blanket and small pack off of his broad and lanky shoulders. He grabbed at them and plopped the worn items into his lap before reaching again for his nearly empty tea.

A loud crash like the crack of thunder sounded through teh crowded in as Moya Kaie entered from the frozen world outside. She turned her small frame against the reluctnat, creacking wood and tried to close the door but the wind blew her back, wiping the cowl which had conceled her distinctly Elven features from around her face, forcing her to squint her eyes as she tried to force the door to close.

Mercy, along with almost every one else in the tavern, looked at the flailing door. The storm had indeed gotten worse, she may not be able to leave as soon as she had hoped.
She was a little dissapointed that she wasn't able to hear the giant's story, but she could be patient when she wanted to be, she would find out sooner or later.
She shruged slightly to herself and went to go help the plainly elven woman, not thinking until she had, that in general, full blood elves look down on half elves. They finally got the door closed , with her help and that of the giant, Willow's. Before anything could be said, Mercy went back to her seat. Races of every kind mixed in here, but that didn't mean that some racial tensions weren't liable to pop up, she didn't want to be noticed by those she would rather avoid. A little late for that... she thought to herself.

Mercy was likewise tempted to hide within the confines of her cloak. Many were wearing them, so she wouldn't be out of place... She shook her head. People had already seen her face, and she couldn't hide it now.

She looked over at the Elf, and the Giant, they both seemed somewhat out of place in this tavern, she noticed finally. Perhaps they were just so good at their jobs they were able to take whatever cover they wanted, but more likely, the cold and wind had drove them in, with them not knowing at all what type of place this was.

She sighed and went back over to them, bracing herself for the normal scorn a Full blood elf usually gave to one that was of half blood. Just because she knew the king of the Elves personally, as did her parents, didn't stop persicution(sp) and prejudice.

She put on a good face and stuck out a hand, "I am Mercy."

Moya shook her hand with a gentle smile she knew the predjudice most half elves felt from full blood, but with her it was diffrent. She reached out a hand towwards the giant named Willow, "Well thank you again master Willow, mistress Mercy, I am in your debt." She paused metting each of their eyes for just a moment, caluculateing, decideing, she lowered her voice " I'm looking for two men have you seen them." she handed two sheets of worm parchment sheets from a pouch at her belt.