The town was called Aborline. The sea breeze sifted through the air, carrying the smells of the ocean and more profoundly that of fish from the bustling market. The streets were alive with many people, half-ling and human though other races could be spotted in the mix as well. The only odd occurrence was the vast amount of troops making their way through. Supplies and troops were on a constant flow towards the country to the north, but it mattered little to the folk of this coastal town, which boomed from the overflow of people.<br/><br/>Among the many townsfolk and traders a few men and women stood out among them.<br/><br/>Riding in atop of well built bull, of all things, was a rather tall woman. Obviously from the dwarven country of Tyrinia thanks to her build, though she was human herself as made obvious with her height to go along with the athleticism. She rode proudly atop the massive bovine seeming to either not notice or not care about the many stares she received thanks to the spectacle. She looked well prepared for adventuring however, with a thick pack and not to few saddlebags along the side of the great bull as well. A long-bow clearly hung from her back along with its quiver as well.<br/><br/>A drell female walked through the entrance close behind, her brazen lack of proper attire catching the eye of more than just the town guard. They kept a close eye on the unfamiliar face, and race for that matter, as she made her way through the town center.<br/><br/>From the other side of town appeared a sight no one expected to see. A confident stride, flowing cloak and silk adorned his tall body. His head was covered but no one could mistake the clothing that this man wore. He was a pure elf. Why he would come to this port town was up for question, and the guards would have an answer as they waited for him in the center of town.<br/><br/>Finally a well armored man with the polished iron reflecting the noon sun walked through the town, catching glimpses of the various townsfolk, and receiving looks of curiosity and longing himself. He made his way into the nearest inn, though no doubt seeing the conspicuous new faces that entered the city soon before him.<br/><br/>These citizens of Hyperion crept ever closer to crossing paths, some already doing so, and it was not unseen by a select person. A half-ling of forgettable qualities, eyed the group and waited for his moment to get each one of their attentions. Perhaps he'd be lucky and they'd take an interest to each other, if not it didn't matter though. His offer should be enough to entice them to work together, money had a way of getting their hearts on the adventure. 'Ah, the wonders of dealing information, quite a lucrative business.'