Someone walks into the tavern. He's a man with a long flowing coat. He wears a hood, and claws can be seen out of his coat. He strides over, looking at the man at the tavern door. He looks up, exposing his "face". His face is little more than a skull, with burning green eyes . His teeth are sharp. He rests a clawed skeleton hand on the counter, the long white claws dripping a green goo. This goo begins to melt a bit of the wood. He speaks out, his voice croaky and raspy. Hello...I am Crossbone, I know of this guild, and of it's leader. I would request a meeting with him. I have a letter for him, and I wish to request a possibility of joining such a place, I've found that my past contractors are not as interesting as I wish nor the jobs.