Post by lowlaville on Sept 3, 2021 9:23:17 GMT
He sat at the table quite close to the window, from which the morning sunlight filtered in through, but not in full, as there was a poster printed on both sides blocking some of that light. It gave Jacob just enough relief from the sun. The poster read, "Wanted, mercenaries for hire. To take over the Werewolf Den. Payment negotiable. Meet the silver haired werewolf." Payment negotiable was never a good sign. Meant the one who posted was likely not able to give the hired hand their expected payment. One would definitely stay away from such contracts as long as one were looking to make money off of that profession. Jacob thought it was brilliant. It would be the low rankers away but draw in those curious to the other terms in the contract. See, Jacob was looking for that.
His glass of whatever golden liquid shone in brilliance as light filtered through the transparent glass. That had come straight from the cold cellars. Did it work? Not likely. His blood got rid of the poison before it could mess with his senses. The concoction would need to be brewed with Wolfsbane in order to get him drunk, to hold it in. On this occasion, that was hardly his aim. No, he was waiting to see if anyone would come biting his poster. Wild, Long, Grey hair flowed down over the shoulders of his V Neck Gray shirt. Down below, he wore entirely brown leather pants, and nothing to cover his feet. He absolutely hated wasting money on boots. His pants and shirt were loose enough that they would be mostly intact when he partially transformed. Not the shoes. Never the shoes. His claws shredded through them every damn time. He liked them free, and this was one of the prime identifiers who anyone was dealing with but most came with senses to tell.
The tavern was quite lively, as it should be. This was a tavern located in a busy road from the Kingdom's capital, after all. They called it 'Adventurer's light, located around a makeshift marketplace with shops all around. The goods included swords, daggers, potions and armors. The Kingdom was always in need of helping hand to take care of various jobs around the clock, that kept everyone busy, the coins flowing and the rooms booked, so to speak. Jacob hated it. He shouldn't be this close to human civilization. He could be home, ruling over his own territory. Alas, he was quite unfortunate by birth. He meant to fix it however he could.
"Another drink?" A server came around with a tray full of fresh ones. She picked up the one Jacob just gulped down. This was his eighth of the day. He looked up at her and nodded, keeping a few silver coins on the tray and picking the glass himself. The woman smiled and moved on. Jacob's gaze followed her legs for a moment, bare knees down, wearing high heeled boots. Probably human. He guessed, before turning his gaze back to the table and the drink, as though it was a job that he needed to conclude before clocking out.
His glass of whatever golden liquid shone in brilliance as light filtered through the transparent glass. That had come straight from the cold cellars. Did it work? Not likely. His blood got rid of the poison before it could mess with his senses. The concoction would need to be brewed with Wolfsbane in order to get him drunk, to hold it in. On this occasion, that was hardly his aim. No, he was waiting to see if anyone would come biting his poster. Wild, Long, Grey hair flowed down over the shoulders of his V Neck Gray shirt. Down below, he wore entirely brown leather pants, and nothing to cover his feet. He absolutely hated wasting money on boots. His pants and shirt were loose enough that they would be mostly intact when he partially transformed. Not the shoes. Never the shoes. His claws shredded through them every damn time. He liked them free, and this was one of the prime identifiers who anyone was dealing with but most came with senses to tell.
The tavern was quite lively, as it should be. This was a tavern located in a busy road from the Kingdom's capital, after all. They called it 'Adventurer's light, located around a makeshift marketplace with shops all around. The goods included swords, daggers, potions and armors. The Kingdom was always in need of helping hand to take care of various jobs around the clock, that kept everyone busy, the coins flowing and the rooms booked, so to speak. Jacob hated it. He shouldn't be this close to human civilization. He could be home, ruling over his own territory. Alas, he was quite unfortunate by birth. He meant to fix it however he could.
"Another drink?" A server came around with a tray full of fresh ones. She picked up the one Jacob just gulped down. This was his eighth of the day. He looked up at her and nodded, keeping a few silver coins on the tray and picking the glass himself. The woman smiled and moved on. Jacob's gaze followed her legs for a moment, bare knees down, wearing high heeled boots. Probably human. He guessed, before turning his gaze back to the table and the drink, as though it was a job that he needed to conclude before clocking out.
