[The Rearing Stallion] Fresh Air, Anyone? [Open]

[Jonathon DuFraine]

Season of Winter, 32nd Day, 510 AV, Late Afternoon

Jonathon looked contently around the Rearing Stallion. Jonathon had gone here before in search of hunting partners; he was going to do it again. Granted, the members of said party weren't of the highest quality; one ditched the group, and the other was a novice. But they came away with considerable gains, so it all worked out.

He had already tipped off the bartender; if anyone seemed like they would be interested, he would direct them to his table. Now Jonathon just had to wait and watch, hoping for some members. It would be nice to have another hunter along this time, but if that wasn't possible a few inexperienced guys could work too. Just so long as Jonathon wasn't out there alone; few had the guts to go out in the Cobalt Mountains, alone, for hours on end, looking for trouble.

Jonathon called over the barmaid/man/kid, asking him to bring Jonathon some food and a drink. When asked what, Jonathon shrugged, a bit at a loss. Jonathon's naturally thrifty nature came into play. "The cheapest thing on the menu, I suppose. Anything, really." Jonathon leaned back in his chair, watching the room fill up...