People at both corners of the tavern stood up, cautious as they approached Masstar with the air of old enemies.
The orcish bartender introduced them enthusiastically, "This is Hasting, a senior thief who is especially good at disarming traps, and the other is Hales, a ranger. His crow has been specially trained to excel at finding hidden chambers and secret passages."
Masstar began to size up the two adventurers.
The ranger named Hales wasn't anything special, save for his half-elf lineage that drew some attention.
As for the thief Hasting, he seemed too tall, more like a warrior than a thief. But he had an air of asceticism about him that Masstar found all too familiar.
Hasting seemed as if he'd seen through life's sorrows and had reached a state of desirelessness; even his gaze had become indifferent and deep. One had to wonder what he'd been through to reach such a state at his age.
