Toby
"Tsk, damn." Shensara cursed to herself, realizing her coin was running low. Frowning as she peered into her pouch, the minstrel that played within the tavern she found herself in sounded beautiful and ominous all at once, and soon the the young witch found herself gently swaying to the tune before darting her orange eyes over to look where it had come from. Honing in on a dwarven bard, Shensara flicked her ears curiously before taking note of the bulletin board that sat close to him. Well, she was in need of coin, and a bounty was the best place to start. As the crowd that surrounded the dwarf began to disperse and the music die down, Shensara made her way over to view the various notices posted upon it. Monster hunting? *Nah.* A.. Missing kitten? *Probably wouldn't get any coin from that.*

Finally, Shensara's eyes fell upon the notice that unbeknownst to her for now, the dwarf had put up. Reading over it, an expression of deep thought caused the faun's brows to furrow, before she turned and made her way over to the dwarf. Taking a seat in front of him, the faun woman offered a smile before introducing herself. "Shensara Redman, at your service sir." Shensara was a rather short faun, with beautifully curly red locks that draped along her back. Strands of her fiery red hair were intertwined and curled around for four horns each, and large goat-like ears shot out on either side of her head, dipping downward in a gentle angle. Dressed in an elegant but simply black and brown dress, the revealing clothing allowed her many runic tattoos to be on full display, but whether the dwarf recognized runes was undetermined. All were either satyr or witch in origin, and covered nearly every inch of her skin below her chin.
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"I saw you're notice, Mr. Blackhelm and I'd like to offer my assistance." While she didn't know too much of the expedition or adventure that the dwarf had planned, curiosity had quite the hold on the faun woman. Funnily enough, the faun was a few inches shorter than the dwarf, something Blackhelm most likely didn't experience all too often what with shapeshifters, orcs, elves and various other tall races being more common than dwarves or satyrs combined. "I will say, until I know all of this 'adventure' and how much coin you'd be offering, my decision to join you will not be made. I of course have to consider where we'd be going, what we'd be doing, and how much money I'd be making. I'm not stingy, and if there's a possibility to find my own loot along the way, the coin out of your pocket will considerably lessen." A chuckle left the well-spoken witch's mouth before she waved down a waitress and ordered a mere glass of water.

"I will also say, your song was beautiful Mr. Blackhelm. I'd offer coin for such a performance if it wasn't going straight back into my pocket." The faun mused once more, and as the waitress returned with her drink, Shensara took a sip and sighed. A small creature soon emerged from within her mane, a blue fae dragon who was peering out at the dwarf and tavern curiously. Resting in Shensara's hair like a nest, the dragon curled up and yawned, before dosing off once more. Shensara on the other hand didn't seem to notice or care, as the little fae creature was her closest friend and companion.
Vernon
"This place looks busy." Julius spoke as the head of the armour peered through one of the windows. The armour watched the start of a performance, that was hopefully sweet in sound. As Julius opened the door it was clear the armour needed to get down to enter. Once inside Julius nearly stood to his full height still not sure how high the ceiling is. But the music was delightful. The helmet of the knight faced the small dwarf seemingly happy with the performance. Julius then noticed a board near the dwarf after looking over everyone's head. The 'eyes' of the figure glanced over each task. The one about the missing kitten brought a hint of sadness to the man, but the thought of it being long dead was there denying him from taking up that 'bounty'.

Eventually Julius settled on the task assigned by the dwarf well after the crowd cleared and some red head faun had started talking to the dwarf. Eventually Julius started a slow walk over to the board, getting a better look at the task. It did intrigue Julius as going down into the Great Chasm was on the bucket list for the 'immortal'. The armour stood behind the faun and in front of the dwarf after the small dragon was so peacefully resting in the red hair. 

The armour of Julius had chips and scratches from head to toe. And signs of age in the metal were defiantly apparent. If the armour had someone in side they'd be near impossible to see with the height of the armour and the amount of body it would cover. But it is a shame nothing more than a soul in habits the armour. 

Having heard the faun speak, Julius spoke, "Mr. Blackhelm, it was a lovely tune you played. I inquire about your task listed on the board."
Lora
A very short Kobold sat in the second row as the show began. Amber eyes stared eagerly at the stage through a pair of thick turtle-shell glasses as the music began, then, as soon as music began to fill the room, someone took a seat in front of her. Leaving nothing but her wide-brimmed hat visible in the collection of folk who'd gathered to hear a song. She sighed, her muddy brown scales furrowing as she frowned. She would have to settle, then, for only being able to listen to the music as it was played. So, listen she did, and she enjoyed the show. As it finished, the Kobold clapped enthusiastically for the dwarven man that had seen it fit to serenade them, and got up to resume her previous activity, searching for employment. She slid off of the chair, and as her claws finally made contact with the floor again, she started over to the bounty board, and browsed the papers. A missing kitty? Sad, but not the testing ground she was hoping for with Harold. Monster hunting? Oh, hell no. A creature like her was bite-sized to most monsters. She wasn't going to be tackling that alone. In her moment of brief thought, she found something that seemed a bit more her speed. Seeking to form an adventuring party, with the request being submitted by... The musician. Huh. How convenient that the employer so happened to be here.

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Surbi turned to make her way toward the table where the dwarf now sat, and it would appear she wasn't the only one who had taken interest in the posting, as there were two already present at the table. A redheaded fawn woman, and a very tall man in a suit of armor. Surbi swallowed softly, dressed in her simple blue robes and leather bracings, she didn't give off quite the same air as the other two. Hanging over her shoulder were two medium-sized leather pouches, the soft clanking of glass could be heard rattling around within them as she stopped by the table side. Just her eyes and hat poking over the edge of the table toward the dwarf. As she spoke, her voice seemed meek, and light.

"Excuse me, but um... I'm h-here about your listing on the board over there. If you'll h-h-have me... Oh- and your song was beautiful, Mister Blackh-helm."
Michael
*Theradin was putting his instrument into it's case when the three fellows walked up. He was loosening the pegs on his lyre so he didn't stretch out the strings in storage, and he looked up at the gathering individuals. With a smile he said,* "I'm glad you all liked the show. I recently wrote that song inspired by some historical research I recently did, although I'll admit the particular event I described is fictional. But even so, I hope it worked out for you. Normally I'll throw a bit of illusion magic in to act out the events I'm singing about, but since it's a new song I haven't figured out all the details of it yet."

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He placed the lyre in it's case, latching it shut, before pulling out some parchments, with hastily written notes jotted down across it's surface.* "As for the request for adventurers, during my trip to the capital I uncovered an interesting reference in my historical studies." *He turned to a page in his notes with a crude map drawn depicting northern Alynthi, and the frontier with Gantrick. He layed it out on a nearby table, and pointed to a route he had sketched out leading to the Great Chasm.* "I discovered that some ruins, untouched by sentient beings since before the Great Dying lay in the Chasm. Ruins of, believe it or not, a Dwarven kingdom that existed alongside Leteron. The books say the dwarves where excellent craftsmen and inventors, and that they made the weapons that brought down the dragons. If such ruins do exist it could open up untold possibilities should any lost craft survive down there. But, given it's location, I do expect it to be rather... Difficult to investigate thoroughly. I'm assembling a scouting expedition, to go get the lay of the land and do a little exploration if possible, although that might be tricky considering the rumors of beasts. What I'm mostly looking for is information. If any of you are familiar with the area, by all means tell me what you know, but we're going to go take a look at what's down there, and hopefully find enough archeology to warrant a bigger expedition. As for payment, considering I am only one man, I do hope that 25 crowns a person will be enough to compensate you for your efforts, and I apologize I cannot afford to pay more."