Richmond sat at one of the many tables in the busy bar, feeling grimly out of place in his fine tailored waistcoat. This was not the adventurous beginning he had in mind, but remembering "The Adventures of Graymore's" opening chapter was set in a seedy bar filled with desperate men, he rallied his scattered thoughts and brought them to bare on the task at hand. A youthful lad with bright hair and brown eyes had delivered his third beer and was eyeing him as he made his rounds. "Hoping for a hearty tip," thought Richmond. With a last sip from the foaming brew he stood, stumbling slightly.<br/><br/>"Ladi... well, Gentlemen," he announced, his face flushed with the intoxication, "I, Richmond Henry Du Bois, propose to you, the good people of... this town... a quest!" The sudden boisterousness of the wealthy chap had caught the attention of most of the patrons. "Undoubtedly  you've all heard of the mythical treasure in Archaos. I am recruiting a crew of fine fellows to accompany me on its aquisition." Richmond stood in the growing silence, expecting an out-roar of applicants. His speech, more slurred than intended, had failed to rouse the spirits of these citizens. A few shouts of "Go 'ome, ye ponce," and "you and everyone else," was all the reply he received. He collapsed into his seat, flummoxed at the absolute rejection of his expedition. "A collection of unadventurous louts," he thought. "Unadventurous, uninspired, louts content with the meek livelihood of mediocrity."