The sounds of the forests, of a soft breeze through leaves, the touch of the cool night air and scents of burning embers and wax. These experiences reminded Liam of a younger life he had, the plump man reflected as he sat in his wagon, taking inventory of both his goods and the goods of these 'adventurers'. Alone in the cramped space with only candle-light to illuminate the interior, his coat rested on his bed and a nightcap resting on his head.<br/><br/>When he chanced upon this backended village some days ago, Liam believed there was some form of entertainment to be had, be it from selling his wares to telling his usual tall tales. That was the case until he learned that the village had hoped that mighty warriors and do-gooders would descend upon them and deliver them fame and fortune. How? The tradesman wasn’t too sure, perhaps tales of the adventurer’s...adventure would lure more to them, or perhaps what they were expecting from these ruins would aid them in this venture. Whatever their hopes were, the tradesman saw an opportunity and took it.<br/>By offering his wagon to not only assist in transporting the provisions needed for nights, as well as the potential loot, he could also pass on the adventure when he’d inevitably would leave to the next city or port. Assuming that there was some form of action and that he survive… Nothing really was certain after all.<br/><br/><br/>Though with that said, present company did seem to be an odd gathering. Even now he could hear the soft murmurings of conversations, introductions and a poem? Liam shook his head trying to refocus his thoughts, what role did he have to play this night… or perhaps he should consider this adventure. The crafty tradesman? The joyful oaf? Or would the storyteller be most suited for this? Maybe-<br/><br/>An exhausted noise drew Liam back, ol’ Willow no doubt could feel her traveling companion’s fruitless thoughts, she always did. “<span style="color: #663300">Yes, yes.</span>” The man spoke to the steed closing his ledger and blowing out the candle, “<span style="color: #663300">I’ll play nice and introduce ourselves shortly, it’s not like I’ll be getting any sleep with these lot yammering about.</span>” He added with a chuckle.<br/><br/>Having volunteered for this venture Liam had to leave some of his wares back at the village, otherwise his wagon would never have been able to carry the needed supplies, as well as his weight. Even now the man had some difficulty trying to exit his wagon. All the while ol’ Willow stood silent bemused by his sluggish actions as the man waddled towards the campfire. He could see a small group still lingering by the crackling flame and through the silhouettes he could clearly make out a dwarf and an orc, though of the others he’d have to wait until he drew close.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: #663300">Well now young masters and mistresses, the night certainly seems lively with present</span>-” Liam spoke in a jovial tone as he neared, before looking about momentarily confused, “-<span style="color: #663300">company...I could’ve sworn I heard a couple more sturdy adventurers and I’m pretty sure I didn’t gobble them up.</span>”<br/><br/>The plump man gave a soft wink to the group before taking off his nightcap and giving a clumsy bow, “<span style="color: #663300">Liam Aria and I am at your service for this grandiose adventure, be it as a merchant, a spinner of tales and everything in between. I do hope I’m not interrupting anything but my travelling companion wished for me to leave her graceful presence for a moment so to, well, introduce ourselves.</span>” He thumbed to the general direction of the large horse who silently glared at him from the darkness, “<span style="color: #663300">Ol’ Willow’s her name, a coat as fine as the night sky but a temper  of a summer storm, so do mind your feet around her, lest her hooves find them for you.</span>”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>