It was a typical late evening bar setting. Creatures were getting drunk and drunker. Some had gotten to the point of blacking out. O'Malley laughed at their stupidity. He sat at his table with the small sign Open for hit. The hitman was quietly counting his own money, stacking coins of copper, silver, and gold. a slow night, but he was getting paid, none the less. He heard someone else walk in, not really paying attention.
OOC: It could a creature hiring him for a hit or calling him out on his deeds. He can also be hired to join a group.