La Taverne Forge au Feu - The Forge Fire Tavern.

After taking some time to think over her options, Kapplia responded.

"Merci, kind sir. I would love to learn but I have no idea whether I actually have the skills to attend such a prestigious school as the academy. And my cooking experience lies more in the savory realm than the sweet. I am willing to try my hand at new recipes, but I wouldn't want to be a burden."
"If there are any small jobs in the city, I'd sure like to hear about them to see if any seem like a good fit."
"I appreciate all your help so far."

Salam enters the tavern with his cloak hood up, just trying not to draw stares at his unusual sight. Simply moving to the far stool of the bar and looking through the menu for something that might spike is interest as a warm meal before bed. After viewing the menu, Salam would inquire the bartender about a room price for the night as well as order one Cotes d'Agneau. After having his order amde, he traversed to a corner table which would allow him a viewing space of the floor and most of the tables to await his no doubt delectable meal.

The meal turns out far better than Salam expected for such a price. It was a very filling and delectable dish. So he decided to leave a tip of 5 silver pieces for the chef, and then relaxed at his table, eavesdropping on the current conversations being held. Finding nothing of interest to him, he decided to check the job board before heading to his room for the evening.

He found a job posting from some item round ups, temporary accounting jobs, even a recent advertisement paper for craftsmen. Nothing he was looking for or could get to. He had little choice but to sigh dejectedly as he could not find some easy work for some good coin. He couldn't cook to the extent required of line chefs, didn't want to be possibly stuck here with a job of budget control, nothing. He was a man of knowledge yes, but being stuck in one spot too long didn't appeal to him. So he silently left the premises and made his way through town once more, and left Travere. He felt like he would not find work here, though a small notice did catch his attention, a managerial position in a merc company. He couldn't immediately recall the name, but he knew the city, Bayonne.

Salam walked right out of the town through the gates and started his walk to Bayonne. It would take him a few days to travel there on foot, as it would going anywhere without transport. Despite night approaching, he had power in his stride. For once, he looked forward to a new location.

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Sitting at a table with his buddies, playing some dice, Reese eyed the new comer. A mercenary he suspected. Reese smirked. Mercs were always full of coin and easy to swindle. Better yet, they usually came with friends to get really drunk. He eyed his buddies and flicked his wrist before rolling the come out.

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Caedryn pushed open the door to the Forge Fire tavern, limping on one leg. He made his way past the people milling in the general floor, having to physically push some of them out of the way, until he and Flidais Iceni could find a seat, somewhere. As he sat down, he remarked, "So many people... There must be nearly as many people in here as there are in our entire home." He certainly percieved it that way, as here, everyone was cramped into a small space. He leaned back against the rest of the wooden chair, sighing as he focussed on calming his breathing and bringing himself off alert for the first time in weeks. 

"Make that a couple pitchers! Doesn't matter, what, we'll try it all tonight!" Silas yelled at the bar over the noise. The place seemed to be filling up. Silas knew that Oliver was short on cash. With the five silver coming in a day Silas didn't mind going crazy tonight. 

When the drinks came Silas poured for Oliver, Rognar, and whoever else happened to arrive.  

Eliza sits down beside Silas, blinking curiously when Rognar speaks. She's still unable to understand a word he says with his accent.

"Hmm...I don't think I've ever been here before. It's kind of nice, I suppose. Cozy."

She glances around at the tavern. It's not quite as fancy as she's used to, but it isn't too bad.

"I wonder what kind of wine they serve here. Do they have Medanese gold?"

"Sounds like fun." Silas said to Rognar and Oliver as he pushed a mug of beer in front of Cairex. "I haven't diced in years."

Turning to Eliza, "Are you from Travere then? You never know. The owner might have something nice and dusty down in the cellar. There is plenty of ale in the mean time."

"Have you ever shot craps before, Eliza?" Silas used the more formal name, suspecting Eliza was use to classier company. He was intrigues with the women. She was well composed and dainty. The ornate bow and shooting gloves made Silas suspect that she was a noble. Then why would she join a group a war campaign...maybe she was just bored. Silas looked forward to learning more about her as the night went on.