While the two Aasimar, the gnome, the riding dog, and the man are talking, a muscular man of average height comes down the stairs from the offices on the second floor. He is mature looking, gray in his beard and hair, but not yet past his prime and carries himself like a seasoned warrior.
He is dressed in fine clothes of dark gray or black, the trim bright red and gold. Around his neck is a medallion of gold and silver, the crest matching the symbol on the banner behind the bar and worked into the wood of the doors and strapped around his waist is a finely crafted longsword and he is wearing riding spurs on his boots.
He stops and speaks to the half-elf a moment in quiet tones. Katerina gestures towards the table with the four novice adventurers and the man's hard gaze looks over in that direction.
With his spurs jiggling, he strides through the tavern to stand before the table, addressing them, "Good afternoon, I am Maylor Jacobson. Chairman of the Wayfarer's Society Council."
"I have it on authority that at least two of you are not completely wet behind the ears."
His appraising eyes look at each one in turn, they are cold and serious.
"If you are up to challenge, I have received a dispatch from a patron of the Society's services. There are some pirates that need to be dealt with. If you lot are brave enough, or just crazy enough otherwise, you should head to the Leaky Tub Inn down by the docks at noon tomorrow. You are to ask the barkeep for 'Yo-Yo' and he will direct you to a private room."
Wayfarer Society Chairman