Seeing a crowd had begun to gather around him, Tyreus began answering some of the questions.<br/><br/><span style="color: royalblue">"I assume we all are here to find out the truth about the fog then.  My name is Tyreus. I hail from Tyrnel, a few days southeast of here. I've heard stories about this fog for a while now, and supposedly what lurks within, and that towns have started putting groups together to try and rid Valcia of it. By the looks of it, we may not be off to a bad start."</span><br/><br/>Tyreus looked around at those gathered at the table. He saw a green haired man with a scythe, a brown haired one with a staff, and this dark haired man with the katanas.<span style="color: royalblue"><span style="font-style: italic">Something smells off about those last two...they're not like the rest. Both smell of...magic, but the dark haired one...smells like the ocean? That's weird. Only someone who lived across the sea would smell so strongly, as even the sailors who spend a few weeks on their boats don't smell quite the same.</span></span><br/><br/>As he was thinking this, he spotted an elf who went to a back table.<span style="color: royalblue"><span style="font-style: italic">There is another thing you don't see often. Elves rarely venture here, as the "pointy ear stereotype" is still fairly strong. I should go see if she also wishes to join us...</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: royalblue">"If you excuse me for a moment, I believe I spotted another potential member,"</span>Tyreus said, as he got up and walked to the newcomer's table.