Tavern

Blodwulf Ravenhill walks into the tavern after 5 years on the road hunting people, monsters or anything else that provided him with coin. "One pint of ale" he says to the tavern keeper as he slides two silver pieces across the bar countertop. "Have one for yourself, as well, sir." He says.

The tavern keeper turns and accepts the silver and puts down two mugs of ale. "I'll be drinking mine later ." He said as he continues with his cleaning and pouring of drinks. "You've not been in here for some time, how fairs you adventuring?"

Blodwulf Ravenhill smiles at the tavern keeper. "Adventures have been interesting. Seen a lot of strange things, a lot of atrocities, but also a lot of good in this world." He takes a drink from the tankard. "I'm actually hunting someone that I always seem to just miss. He's a young infantryman, part of the 6th volarian infantry regiment. He gave information to some orcs that got his patrol ambushed a few years ago. After that... he just disappeared. Have you heard anything about it?"

He looks thoughtful for a moment..."Many soldiers have come in here over the years, those Volarian troops are some of the strongest I've seen but as for the one you speak about Im afraid I'll need more information about him. Orcs ambush patrols all the time dumb things should know better by now."

"He has a crescent shaped scar around his left eye and he's missing part of his right thumb. He wouldn't be in the military anymore unless his actions went unpunished." Blodwulf Ravenhill lays another coin on the counter. "One more." He says

He places down another mug. "Hmm well not that you mention that I may have seen someone with those markings before but he has not been in here in some time. Last I can remember it was about six months ago he came in and sat over in corner ordered a drink and just sat there.. After several hours he just left."