C.A.R.P.S.

The door creeks open with its familiar sound and soon a cloaked male comes in. He is quiet and watchful as he enters and looks around for familiar faces. With a smile he pulls down the hood exposing his shaved face and leather cap. He moves for a spot near the wall and orders a drink.
Looking at the Bambour, “ Ahhh, it is good to see that the ale maker is doing well. Tell me, is Sylas available and doing as well?”

Lee waits for a response and looks around the room for yet other familiar faces.

Hey long time no see. Hows it going and stuff.

Lee spins in time to see the cold patron make his way into the dimly lit room. Lee stands to greet his old friend and gives him a cheerful smile.
"Sylas, I have met with the a contact in the Barons keep and the tails of here are interesting. I hear you have done good with what you could regarding the guards and the outposts. I was wondering if you were willing to take on a partner to share in these matters?" Lee puts out his hand to shake his old friends. "I left for matters in which I felt I was needed. Now I return because it seems that Midway is more dispare than where I was. I could enjoy any task that you feel I can help you with. If not point me in the direction in which you beleive I should begin."
Lee stands there for a reply.