As you walk the streets of Moor's keep you suddenly hear the sounds of people laughing and drinking together. Following it to it's source, you soon arrive at a tavern bustling with people from all the corners of Caen. At the door stands a gatorwoman who eyes you intendly. Whether it's as prey or a potential customer you can't really tell, either way she allows you to pass with a nod before returning her attention back to the streets.
And then you find yourself in the Firewater tavern, home to the Blackstone Creek Adventuring Company. The smell of ale and sweat permeates throughout the air. In the corner of the eye you spot a farrow woman in a tight fitting dirndl bringing drinks to the various patrons, who spots you and with a wink she flirtatiously tells you she will be with you in a moment. Behind the bar stands one of the biggest trolls you have ever seen, cleaning his bar stoically, his silent demeanour making for an interesting contrast with the chaos and noise.
After a few question to the bartender, you find out that the leader of the company is in his office with his financier and to not disturb them for any reason. Also that as long as you’re signed in for the next job they will give you food, ale and a room up on the second floor. The rooms are small, devoid of anything in it besides a bed and a trunk unless of course you want to pay for a better room.
For now there is not much you can do but wait, have a drink, get to know your fellow mercenaries and wait for the next job to come along.
Kaitlyn enters the building, nodding to the gatorwoman as she walks in with a grin on her lips. Standing inside of the chaos that is the inn, she surveys the scene with a calculating look. The chaos, the smell, the different kinds of people. Kaitlyn knew she had hit the jackpot, especially after finding out that she could have food, drinks and a room. For free. Simply for signing up for the next job! "Suckers." she thought to herself as she cackled, making some of the patrons raise an eyebrow at the sight of the small dwarf laughing for no reason in the middle of the tavern.
And suddenly she stopped laughing, her expression turning serious. She had things to do, to plan, to scheme. For now she decided to grab a chair, drag it to the best spot to survey everyone and plant it there. After climbing her way on top of it, she sat down, eyeing everyone inside, going out and coming in with equal scrutiny. Waiting patiently for the next sucker to walk into the place.