It is just at nightfall and a wiry lizard-folk enters the tavern. Clad in blue scaled skin with orange spots, a near headdress level of feather-hair, and a gecko face fit with a knowing grin he glances at everyone around. Yet the smile slips off his face soon after moving. His eyes scan the room again, quick and measured just as his stride is. His yellow-green eyes flash with purpose and yet he almost looks distracted.
The tavern itself is built of brick and wood with a mostly wood interior. It has a lofted ceiling with room for a second floor mezzanine. The hearth lacks a fire as it is still very warm before the turn of the hot season. The bar is lined with many folk of all races drinking and chatting amongst one another. Nothing all that loud or raucous at the moment. Many are garbed in armor and carry weapons, but no one is allowed to carry a weapon unsheathed unless it is strapped along the back. This is a place where adventures, soldiers, and mercenaries alike gather to find business, relax from travels, and maybe even swap stories of their experiences.
The gecko seems to only have a shield strapped to his back; ovular and made of a sleek metal. It almost looks like a loose shell. No upper garments either. Just some shorts. The shield with no weapon gets him a few odd glances. He moves unhindered, slipping easily past anyone that gets in his path. He stops in front of a large wall all to itself which has postings all over it. To the left are the stairs to the upper level and to the right is the bar. The bartender is a middle-aged minotaur gentleman who has many old injuries as if he had seen a lot of battle in his younger years. He laughs often and drinks a shot or two himself now and again. He gives a slight wave in acknowledgement to the gecko.
The lizard man nods to the bartender before reading his post. He notes if there are any names or messages written on it. He smiles as he takes the pin down and scans the crowd yet again but this time looking for those that might fit the name, description, or anything else written.
"I see I have some takers," He says loudly but not quite at a shout, "Can those who wrote on this-" he indicates the page, "-please speak up so I can meet with them?"
He asks with a cool and relatively polite tone and demeanor. Not shy but not bold. Neither boring but nor incredibly memorable in his speech. It made it easy for those not involve to quiet down for a moment and then turn away and go back to what they were doing.
He looks around expectantly in hopes that his responders are still present this evening.