C.A.R.P.S.

A short Orc. Barely Five and a Half feet walks into the Inn. He is wearing green pants and a green jacket, and has a Cross Bow slung over his shoulder.

"Pardon Me, people of Midway. But it seems that i am in need of someone who can devote their time in teaching me the ways of building up my muscles. I was wondering if anybody here was strong enough to teach me to become an expert weight lifter." He says, his voice strong.

He waits a moment for any immediate replies, before finding a seat by the door and claiming it. Sitting down he placed his arms on the table, folded in front of him and kept his eyes alert.

Kestrel watches curiously from a corner.

*Gunnar pokes his head up form a set of maps he is looking over.*

"Hmm an your name is.... just so I know who I am talking to. But if you are looking for a trainer in that area. I am sorry I am new to this area as well."

*Gunnar than looks around for a moment.*

"Well has anyone seen Mr. Vaellar around today?"

The Orc Looks at him.

"My apologies. My name is Swift." He pauses. "And who is this Mr. Vaellar fellow? Maybe i can help track him down for you."

"Nice to meet you Swift, but if I am to find Mr. Vaellar it be later on. Now for your request maybe you could talk with some the blacksmith in the area."