Deep within the safe confines of Mistshore Bjorn the city guard found himself. Troubled morally by his previous actions he looked across the table to find a rather shady gentleman of drow nature. Sweating nerveously he saw the drow gesture with a hand motion for Bjorn to move along. Did he do the right thing? Of course not. Never the less the drow handed over a pouch. It clang suspiciously as it landed in front of Bjorn as he studied it carefully.
He had brough shame upon the uniform he wore, but man the money was worth it.

Was present during Aghairons day and shared a fistbump with Asterius as fellow city guards.