Freah
"That son of a whore I swear when I find him I'll... I'll" Freah murmured under her breath as she traveled down the streets of Delta "It's always too damned bright.. and clean here" she thought aloud. She once again found her self in this overly beautiful city in her opinion she always felt so out of place here. But the clients paid good, so once again Freah was crawling back. Her last one had coned her out and she had wasted time and gold trekking around with him. As soon as they turned the bandits in Lawler took the money and ran. Freah was left with nothing but a hundred gold in her pouch not much, especially when your low on supplies after spending almost a month searching for bandits. She had heard through acquaintances that there was a cleric in Delta looking to put together a party of travelers. Nothing specific was know but Freah figured it couldn't hurt to take a shot.
As she came up to the Lost Cause she felt as though she had come to the port in the storm. A place where she could actually relax and not feel as though everyone's eyes were on her. She would blend in to the thieves and drunks, Freah pushed her way to the bar between a man who was staring into his pint and pair of men that were singing old war songs. As the pair to her left decided to crack their skulls together as a show of they're strength; she ordered her own pint and made her way to a table next to the fireplace. She watched over her pint of ale as a Mage headed upstairs who was then followed by someone who appeared to be a ranger like herself. "Hmm... I think I'm going to check this out", maybe this is who she had heard about.
Freah crept up the stairs behind the other ranger hoping not to alert anyone to her presence.
Shcuse me," he said, "But did you shay your name wash Ereven?" he, placed a hand on his hip and eyed the girl curiously. "You're not really a cleric...right? I thought clerics gained their position through years of study and stuff..." he took another bite of the apple and his eyes lighted up as if suddenly recalling something important.
"Oh! I'm Jonnovan Cherali, tha misshiv shaid I'b s'posed to meet up with a cleric and some other hirees here..." he glanced at the Mage, screwing up his face, a looking quite the fool with cheeks stuffed full of fruit, "Aint'choo a magsh? What kind of robe wearer ushes shwords?"
As an afterthought, Jo offered Everen the last of his unblemished fruit. "Apple?"
"That fool is Ranger, Zerval help us all if she expects to get anywhere with him" she thought to herself. The man who called himself Jonnovan had practically spit bits of apple on the young Cleric. She thought for a moment about going in but then again she wasn't really invited, she decided to keep her spot just outside the door. Listening to see if the conversation turned to anything important like gold or treasure all things Freah was in need of. She was good about living by her means but even the best survivalist needed gold.