New faces (open)

His red hair was tucked up under a cap and his brown eyes were tilted down towards the scarred table top. He'd traveled days through the heat; sleeping the hottest parts of the day away and moving through the country side by night. As a drifter people either gave him wide berth fearing him a highway man or took too much interest in him fearing that he was there to rob them blind. In front of him his pint of ale sat next to a bowl of stew and a hunk of day old bread. It was filling and savory but he was so worn down that he wanted nothing more than to put his head down and just sleep the next week away. But the small bag of gold that sat at his hip kept him from sleeping; he'd ran across a dying highway man and after ending the man's suffering he'd pocketed the gold and headed to the closest town.

Sleepily he took a big drink of his ale before spooning a bite bite of stew. Around him he could feel people staring at him but he shrugged it off. He was a no one; he had no past here or roots. No one knew him or would remember him after he left. And that was the way he liked it.

The country of Luminiege was full of curs and monsters, that much Nolee Delacroix knew working in a pub. She was use to the hands of men caressing her skin when she did not want it, the comments made of her purity and the way she ran things. It hurt every time she heard one.

The last few days had been hell on her, had made her realize how harsh the job in a pub could really be. She had concocted the stew that most of the men who ate at the pub took joy in. Cooking was one of the only things she was good at.

Thievery was the job of her elder brothers, not her. She wasn't an assassin like her brother. The only thing she did other than work at the brothel was sell her body to the night as a harlot in Micheal Mizanin's brothel. It was not a good thing but it was the best that she could do.

Looking out over the company that the pub held tonight, she made her glances at an attractive red haired young man. He was knew to the area and that could potentially be dangerous.