Another Spear for the Armory (Open)

[Cabochard]

Samuel enters the Forge, performing the very last adjustments to his tie and cuffs. He had been looking for signs of Lost activity, and this was the first place to come up on his search. He stepped up to the bar, looking around for others. Spotting Jeffrey, he steps up to the bar, trying to look mostly inconspicuous.

"Hello, friend."

[Cabochard]

The Wizened in question grins, showing off his man, sharp teeth. "Yes, isn't it interesting? We get a few more and we could walk down the street in a line, snapping our fingers." He considers the joke for a moment. "Or form a band."

When the bartender approaches, he looks at her. "I'll just have a whiskey."

[Cabochard]

Samuel nods, joining Jeffrey. "Too much, I'm afraid. It seems that I should thank my experiences, though. A taste for whiskey is a wonderful reward for seeing war." He takes his drink and thanks the bartender, before turning to Jeffrey again. "Samuel. Pleasure to meet you."

He thinks for a moment. "And you?"

[Cabochard]

Samuel follows Jeffrey's lead and takes a seat as well, nodding. "Yes...a lifetime." When the Ogre asks his second question, Samuel waits for a moment, taking a sip of his whiskey. "No, I'm new. I just got recently, actually. Still getting to meet people."

[Forn Clakes]

The thing that both seem to notice the minute they enter the Forge is the noise. Its like being hit by a wall of sound. It seems that tonight is open band night at the Forge and the current bunch of young rockers up on stage are screaming their way through...something. The crowd in attendance, small as it was, seemed to have their full attention on the stage, nodding their heads in time to the heavy bass beat.

Where Samuel and Jeffrey are sitting is downstairs but as they glance around, their appears to be an upstairs mezzanine, no doubt where the club's office is but also the VIP section. Standing on the balcony is a man with ice-tipped, short, spiky hair and an athletic physique. He was watching the band, grimacing at the future sound of Sacramento.

Now, he was observing the two Changelings that had walked into his club.

[Yog-Sothoth]

To the moral eye a young woman with long black hair, that shown with a glint of purple as the light caught it, entered the bar. She heard and notice the band and singing right away and spent a few moments considering them and seemed to enjoy the loud music. She scanned the establishment and focused on Samuel and Jeffrey. The dark-haired woman strutted over to the table the two goblins were at.

For those that were able to see through the mask a beautiful green-skinned woman with dark green hair could be seen. She had broad leaves and tiny purple mandrake blossoms, for those who knew such things, sprouted out of her hair, while small leaves were entwined around her body. The leaves and blossoms drooped slightly under like a plant under the noonday sun. In her mien she swayed as she walked like plant rustling in the wind. When she came to a stop at the table the two goblins the heady scent of exotic fragrances stimulated their senses.

"Hey boys. This seat taken?" She asked grabbing onto the back of one of the empty seats at the table.