Malkus Zhurgoth ROG 2
NE (More neutral than evil. As he gains in level prob more prone to getting more and more toward N. He doesn't like doing nasty stuff, but is more than happy to do it if it means relative wealth and comfort for him and his family)
Malkus Zhurgoth the Half-Orc sits waiting in a relaxed position in the Inn laughing and telling jokes and gossiping with fellow patrons. He is dressed in clerical vestments, of the initiate level, covering dusty unadorned leather armor. He looks to be slightly inebriated. A very , very keen observer may note he is in a booth facing the entrance and within an easy distance to the back door. Further, a keen observer may note the inebriation is somewhat feigned. Further a very keen observer may note while his wardrobe is unexceptional, the boots are in excellent condition. At least the soles are in excellent condition. Malkus was growing increasingly impatient and was finding it difficult waiting for the meeting with the new employer. He understood that he would also be working with some other freelancers (PCs) on the job. Growing up on the mean streets near the docks tends to make a man cautious and it was not easy for Malkus to stay in one place for too long or to trust new people. The clerical vestments were an old habit from his time as a poor son of off and on employed dock worker that died a pauper and left the boy an orphan. Malkus was far from religious, but sometimes the thugs near the docks would leave a weak boy or man alone if he was a cleric. Besides scamming people was easier with a religious air, and keep the boy and his mom with somewhat full bellys. Malkus still keep up the habit even though he was far from weak anymore. Besides, the gods never seemed to help him out too much.
Malkus wasn't pride of what it had taken to gain strength and gain some relative wealth and security in his short life. He wasn't necessarily, super happy about killing this woman Lady Vanderhoren's brother. But a job is a job, and it's easy to sleep at night with fully belly in a nice inn with a little bit of a bad conscience than live honorably with an empty belly. If keeping himself and his mother in nice comfort, he would kill a 100 Vanderhorens. The next step in gaining some more wealth and security would be to join a guild or even better team up with some other skilled individuals.
MALKUS got up abruptly from the table for the bathroom, cutting off a Dwarven merchant story midstream about the problems with haggling with gnomes over alchemical ingredients. "Sorry good sir, I must unload some of this swill" said Malkus, referencing the dwarf's earlier story's punchline, while chuckling jovially and backslapping the dwarf in a friendly manner. Malkus thought while doing this stagecraft, his information seems useless. People sitting silently at a tavern alone draw attention so bad conversation seemed the order of the afternoon.
Malkus reached the privy and reread the note about this meeting in secrecy. Damn it all..... in his nervousness about meeting with the House, he had attended the wrong tavern. Worse he had spent the better part of the day, observing and making sure the place was secure beforehand at the wrong location. Now he would have to rush to the other tavern without any time for observing the place beforehand. He silently and smoothly exited the tavern from the back entrance and headed to the proper meeting place.