(( Perfect ))
Irek sat in a small tucked away table in a corner of the tavern. His sword was sittin against the wall just in reach, his pistol was hidden in his coat. He took a draft of his Yordle Boom Ale ~Ah...minty, strong with just a hint of gunpowder aftertaste~ he thought mockingly to himself.
"So boss....what are we here for again?"His Lt. Pic asked, he was a slightly thin man, yet toned from excerise. He was roguishly handsome but on one particular mission he lost his right eye in an accident and always covered it with a red bandana.
"My old friend is in town...he needs our help,"Irek said simply, winking slightly. Pic couldn't help imagining his commander as a bear
Private Corkster spoke next,"Then we get something from him?"He asked bluntly. Corkster was a drunk, earning his nickname after the Cork Incident of Jaim. He was a little more stout, with a aquare chin and alot of rough stubble. He wear a simple leather helm and always had a big grin that showed his one missing tooth....curtesy of the cork