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 the quiver as well.<br/><br/>Traveling along near the same path was another woodsmen, though this one without a companion to speak of. Little could be distinguished about this man of average height, except from his clothing. Strapped to his back was a bow which gave away his profession somewhat, but under his cloak one could only guess as to what could be hidden. Strangely enough he wore the holy symbol of Maliki, well known to all in Actia, but little followed, let alone openly worshiped.<br/><br/>Within the streets itself stood a well known man amongst the half-lings. Fredrick Fisherson, a wealthy Trader who bartered for goods with those of Actia and was known throughout the half-ling country for having skill akin to their own kind with the trade business. He did not, however dress lavishly as others might of his esteem, so attracted little unwanted attention, something the half-lings could not comprehend themselves. On his person it looked as if he carried little more than a satchel but with traveling merchants you could never know.<br/><br/>Most curiously however, walked a woman from the north along the very same path. No ordinary woman, she carried with her the features of the elven. The stares were countless and some even gave her a wide berth, cautious of her intentions in their city. The guardsmen, though not approaching as she had done no wrong, held their gaze to make sure it stayed that way. There was some differences in her form that gave away her heritage however. Something human about the elvish qualities, though only one who looked closely could tell for sure. She wore a simple travelers garb, but no weapons could be seen, which gave the guards reason to relax as well.<br/><br/>These four citizens of Hyperion crept ever closer to crossing paths, and 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 attention. 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, the adventurer's with money, and the merchant with some interesting information.<span style="font-style: italic">'Ah, the wonders of dealing information, quite a lucrative business.'</span>