Akaas find the crimson-colored door and enters, walking to the end of hall and entering the bathroom.

"Well, sure!"

Brazzak starts making his way into a room but as he ducks to move through the door, the hilt of his Greatsword catches the lintel. Bumbling for a bit, he finally manages to fit his sword, pack, and all seven feet of himself through the door.

Warren throws his bag onto a bottom bunk and returns to the common, throwing himself into a chair with his hands behind his head.

"I could get used to this!" 

Borg enters an empty room and hops on to a bed, the to bunk if it's there.

"this is going to be fun " says the elf to the others winking an eye and following Brazzak inside the room.

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"this is going to be fun " says the elf to the others winking an eye and following Brazzak inside the room.

 (ummm.....) 

Jaylin throws his bags on the top bunk of the room Warren hand entered and then headed to a task board, hoping to find an open job 

Crimson Fang: Akaas Fordus, Belcharion, Borg, Chetin Humb, Crispy, and Sebastian Gold.

Crispy takes the apple from Belcharion, looking it over warily, glancing at him as she inspects it. A kobold with apples? Huh. That's a new one. Not to be completely rude, but she puts it in her backpack. "Nice to meet you, B-man." She says.

She then turns to Chetin, nodding in a hello. "People call me "Crispy", not Cora. You don't really know me well enough to call me that...yet. But, welcome to the team."

"Hey, Akaas." Crispy nods to him as well. "I have to admit, too, those robes are nice." 

"Sebastian." Crispy nods in greeting to the cranky wizard, noting his sour demeanor. "Beautiful day, isn't it." She says, somewhat sarcastically. Keep an eye on this one, Cora. Something is off about this one, and you've seen your share of people who are off.

Crispy heads into the room Borg is in, setting down her backpack.

"Hey." She says, "Wanna be roommates..or something? Do you snore?"

Chetin settles onto a bottom bunk and looks about the room. He sets down his bags and takes a few things out. First laying the censer out and putting some incense in it. He sets a candle besides it and lights it. He ignites the incense with the candle. Finally he sets his shield behind it, having the platinum dragon emblem face him "Thank you, my lord, for guiding me here. I will be sure to carry out your will and to have mercy upon all." Chetin kneels before the little make shift shrine and starts to pray again.

Belcharion finds one of the open rooms and jumps into the bed curling into it. He lays for only a moment before his belly begins to gurgle and he heads to find the kitchen.

Borg looks to Crispy. "Sure, grab a bed and we can bunk up. umm no, I don't snore... Do you?"

"Not exactly, no." She admits. "I just, uh. I don't sleep very well. You know, it'll be fine. No. I don't snore." Trying to change the subject, "Thanks. So, what's your story?" She asks, settling in.

Johann goes to one of the remaining rooms, and sets his things on the bottom bunk. Then he follows Jaylin to a task board to also look for some jobs.

Borg sets her empty tankard down on her bunk and sits up a little. "Hmm, how to explain. well, I was a fighter trying to prove myself in my clan but there was way to much in fighting so I left to prove myself, after that, I left the clan encampment and found my way to the Mercenary group called the Silver fangs, thus the Symbol on my shield and Cloak. after that I got my invitation to this place and here I am, for better or worse, one day i'll return home and prove myself the best in my clan, until that day. I drink ale and fight or guard for gold, so this place suits me." Borg looks to crispy. "What about you? what brought you here?"

Brazzak changes into his casual clothes.

"Right. I'm off to the Mess. Will I be seeing anyone at the.."

He glances down at the card in his hand.

"Sister's So-notta later? I'm gonna find out what she's not and maybe use one of these coupins."

She looks at Borg for a moment, then around the room, trying to figure out how to answer.

"A mistake." She finally says. "I was found by a special forces military group when I was 15. Before that, I came from a broken home. I was abused and living on the streets. I trained for three years day in and day out. Then I got my assignment. It was a good job. They refined me, turned me from a wild animal to a precision weapon. But..I blew it. My partner and I didn't just catch criminals, we beat them up, bribed them, extorted them. Lots of terrible things. I had a bad attitude. I still do, kinda. We were above the law for over 10 years. Well, one day, I..took a gamble, made a mistake, and we crossed the wrong crime lord. My partner was killed, I barely made it out alive, and I lost my job. I was even exiled from my home city."

"So here I am. I'm an adventurer now. Wandering from city to city trying to make a living. Maybe make some friends. Try and fix my life. Try to fix..me. I hold a lot of..poisoned memories. Demons inside the soul, you know? Most people don't like me. I'm..dangerous. Wild. When i'm set off i'm like a feral animal and I hate it."

"That's kinda what i'm all about." She smiles weakly, unsure how Borg will react.

Borg looks and smirks. "Heh, don't hear that much, you'll do fine chick. you got a set on you, so have I, guess it's the orc in me but I get wild in fights as well. guess we can be sisters now, wild ones. don't worry crispy. you can't be any less dangerous than most of the others around here, especially considering some of them look like they can handle themselves in a fight. I'm around if ya need me, we'll be fighting side by side." Borg stands up and stretches, grabbing her tankard. "I find that a good tankard of ale, calms people down and gets the team together, plus you sound like you could use a drink, come on chick lets grab one and then show this place what we're made of." 

Crispy relaxed a little, Borg's charm and understanding made it more pleasant. She hated talking about her past, seeing as most of it was simply terrible. But it felt just a little nice to talk about it. Now, if she could just stop the nightmares, it would be easier to try and fix her life, but, today, in the meantime, the half-orc's idea was a good one.

"Sure." She says, smiling, she couldn't argue against that logic. "Lets do this."

Borg will head out with crispy to the bar. "I guess we have to show the guys, how things are done, we are the only chicks in the crimson fang, but we'll show em who has the fangs."