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 amongst 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/>From the outskirts of the city approached a young elf girl and her wolf companion. Obviously an elf, thanks to her exposed ears and fair skin. The garb she wore was that of a wildling, meaning she was a chosen exile. It gained her no respect, but those who knew what to look for would not outright hate the girl. As she made her way through the city gates, the guards kept a close eye on her but made little move to accost her or question the wolf, as it looked harmless.<br/><br/>Walking with a purpose from an inn was a small woman. If one looked closely enough, you could see the knives on her belt, however as unassuming as she was, that would hardly worry her it would seem. Her black garb and short stature caused her to blend in with the crowd well as she went off about her day.<br/><br/>Not far behind the elf came a stout dwarf. His garb quickly gave him away as a man of the cloth, a rare site in the lands of wealth and prosperity the half-lings claim home. He was short, even by dwarven standards but that did not stop him from appearing taller in stature. The dwarf moved with purpose through the gates as the guards took note of the dwarf, and marked it with a quick roll of their eyes.<br/><br/>Following the and dwarf came a frail looking young man. His clothing dirty, his shoes scuffed and his appearance one that would make a stable-hand hand over a kerchief. He looked as if he'd seen his better portion of suns. However it did not diminish his outlook as he strode through the gates as a prideful and happy, if malnourished, man. he looked to be making his way hastily to the inn.<br/><br/>One rough looking man seemed to be keeping to the shadows, noticed by very few people. One fast discarded apple core at his feet, he took quick note of the woman on the bull and noticed she lost a pouch. He called out to her as he rushed to pick the item off the street.<br/><br/>From the south, a tall strong human strode the gates with mild noble look to him. His armor was polished, and his face and hands clean. All he lacked was a weapon to finish the stance of a warrior. He looked about as if confused by the density of the port, or perhaps the female on the bull caught his attention as it did everyone else's on the path. Either way, he made his way towards the town tavern.<br/><br/>Lastly a rough and flamboyant looking woman rode in upon a caravan. Her appearance was anything but normal and it struck many townsfolk off guard. The colorful plant dyes in her hair, the squid ink tattoos. If one would listen to the gossip at her look they would find the town split on deciding whether she was a true brute or some immature brat trying to stand out. Either way it got their attention. After a few words with her caravan driver, she quickly made her way towards the inner part of town. A journey halted by a literal run in with the armored man previously mentioned.<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.'