The Bronze Lion Tavern was chosen to be the meeting point for the adventurers headed for the Greenbelt. Located in a city on the edge of Lake Rykal made transportation to it easy for both the adventurers and Lord Alystair, representative of the swordlords. It was his duty here to collect the letters of recommendation from those chosen to tame the Stolen Lands and make sure the paperwork for the charter was correct. A thoroughly boring job but important. He collects letters, writes down names, asks for signatures and then shoo's most away to a room in the back. It was specially reserved for this occasion so people could get to know each other. They were going to spend a long time together after this so might as well make a good first impression. A buffet of food is set out on the back table with smaller tables spread around to sit and converse. There are sliced meats, cheese, bread, fruit, and various other foods to snack on. Near the food stand two women ready to pour the drinks available. The acoustics in the room are also good enough that the band sounded like they were in the room without being oppressive.
After handing over her documents, signing her name, and adding a few more initials here and there, Cassandra wanders back to the reserved room and is surprised to find she is first. She stands in the door, unsure of what to do. A grumble from her stomach decides for her though. She slips over to the table of food, nodding to the serving girls near the drinks. They don't seem apprehensive considering Cassandra still has her hood up, shrouding her face. They must have been told to expect odd people. She tries to be sincere when she thanks them for the food and drink before heading to a table opposite the food. That way she could observe the others that would come in next without being noticed first. She keeps the hood up even as she eats and tries to appear intent on the food rather than observing.
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Turt hands his paperwork over with a smile , happy to finally be here after weeks of travel. Once the go ahead is given, Turt walks through the door to the dining area, making sure all of his weaponry was in the right place
'longsword-check, shortsword-check, shortbow-check...' so deep in inventory check that he almost runs into the table of food. Once again he glances across the room, drinking it all in to his mind.
His room inspection leads to Turt locking eyes with Cassandra and waving happily to her, "Hello there!" he says as he picks at some cheese
Cassandra watches the second of the arrivals from under her hood. Watches as he almost runs into the food table. A man of his size would likely have sent everything flying. Poor start that would have been. Then he turns and waves. For a moment she doesn't realize he is greeting her. She forgot she was first and was now regretting not waiting. Her hand barely rises off the table to wave back. He's going to sit here isn't he?