Looking for work, and a bed perhaps

Wander Blur had spent the past 3 hours walking the streets, asking random strangers where the tavern was, and eventually ended up in front of the building."Well, that was some time well spent..." he laughed quietly to himself and sighed, entering the establishment at near sundown. He approached the bar and took a seat on one of the open stools and began to look around at the surrounding ponies. It was pretty packed, an overwhelming smell of vomit and alcohol filled the tavern. "Might as well start somewhere." He mumbled to himself, waiting patiently as he heard bottles break and drunkards laugh. He had a pretty good feeling about this place.

{A credible and humble request was sent from word of mouth around the town a colt with a profoundly winsome manner of dropping bits for simple jobs. A few mercenaries had already were employed in his service and sent off to do their jobs with a impressionistic pouch of bits.}


Martingale Neighfarious as promised sat at a ruined bench in the bar where once the ponies enjoyed playing music as the dance there common torts and partook in laughter. The night soaked the ground to make the dirt roads a disgusting dark brown where you could hear the ponies cloven feet suckling into it's sickly mess. He must admit only to his inner thoughts It was pleasant compared to the hot day where he had retired to indoors and slept remarkable amount of the time to return to average sleep schedule. He simply refused to have even a bit of tried in him when doing business with a others. One wrong look or slip of tongue makes them think you some sort of sandal and they are quick to flee.

[OOC Aww! I completely forgot about this thread! I'm currently in a different little conversation in a thread, so if I was to partake in this it would possibly throw off the chronological balance! Maybe I could continue this thread with you later? Perhaps when I'm finished with my current one? I could send you a message later.]

(Sounds like a plan. PM me when your ready.)