(This looks rather fun. )<br/>Name: Garrick Greyheart<br/>Race:Human<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Preferred group: 2<br/>Looks: Dark brown hair, ragged beard, muscular build, blind in left eye. 6'5. 32 years old.<br/>History: Garrick was born into destruction, the village where he lived razed by bandits a year after he was born. Garrick was taken in by the bandits with the notion that magic had destroyed his village, and gained a strong distrust for it with his new kin. He left the bandits when he came of age, looking for his own calling, whether it be a good or bad, in the world.<br/><br/>Skills met: None.<br/><br/>-Vitality: 3<br/>-Dexterity: 2<br/>-Strength: 4<br/>-Magic: 0<br/>-Stamina: 2<br/><br/>Garrick headed to the quest master's hall as he observed the surrounding area, hiding any emotion behind the wolfish grin that covered his face. After a short while he had made it to his destination, and turned to the guard with silence as he dug through his satchel for the letter and ticket. After a quick search he had found the items he had needed, showing them to the guardsman before passing through to the hall. At first glance he noted that there were three people in the room, which from his understanding was three more people to plan to betray or help,  depending on the situation.