Shay sat cradling his ale in his hand's, his head lowered as he thought about where his next job would come from. He was desperatly running out of money and if he didn't find something to do soon he would starve or worse. There wern't really very many jobs around when it came to assassination's or killing and that's what Shay did best. He raised his head slightly as he heard the shout from behind him
"Anyone who wants to make a name for themselves along with a bit of cash doing it come to my table but i warn you the work aint pretty."
Shay turnt his body round to look at the man. "This could be intresting" thought Shay as he stood up leaving his drink on the table.
Shay was 6" 2 slim and very muscled, his bright blue eyes seemed odd on his olive face, his short black hair sat messily on his head. He had a long scar down his right cheek from under his right eye down to the corner of his mouth.
He wore a long black travelling cloak, underneath this he wore a short-sleeved top, you could see the chain-mail on his arms, he wore a pair of black trousers and heavy duty boots.
He carried a large broad-sword on his left hand side in a ornate scabbard. Underneath his cloak there were an assortment of dagger's with different length's, size's and decoration.
Shay walked slowly over to the man's table,
"Money you say!" His voice was deep and had a sharp bite to it.
"I'd be more than happy to help as long as i get to kill some people" He added with a grim smile, which pulled the scar tight and made his face look slightly disfigured. He grabbed a chair and sat down rearanging his sword so that he could sit comfortably.