Neralo looked up from his corner in the inn. The relatively tall Stygian had gone unnoticed for a while now, something he was very good at, so long as he didnt open his mouth. The conversation he'd been eavesdropping on was starting to sound interesting. "Getting gold for killing things. Hmm, sounds like my kind of job." He thought to himself. He pulled himself up to his feet with nary a whisper, and made his way to the group, making slightly less noise than an owl in flight.
"I heard your story, and i wouldnt mind joining in. For a fee of course" Neralo rasped in his gravelly tones.
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