Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br/>Location: Local Tavern<br/><br/><strong>"Just a moment, please."</strong>Ah, finally, an answer to the ad she'd put out!  Between the cult's recent activity and the reputation of the legendary Tomb of Horrors, Lethiel had not been planning to stay in the village for too long.  With her goddess directing her to this village specifically, she had been expecting to be kept waiting only a day or two at most.  She would find worthy adventuring companions, lead them to the Tomb, and between her expertise and whatever skills they possessed, they would defeat the devious traps contained within, oust the vile cult from their headquarters, and rescue those poor maidens who had been stolen away from their homes.  That had been the expectation she had come to the village with, but then a week had passed without so much as a single applicant for the quest, and she had even overheard a few groups of seasoned adventurers gossiping about her ads, calling the whole thing a fool's errand and asserting that the Tomb didn't exist.<br/><br/>Well...  Actually, it had been less that she'd overheard them, and more that she used magic to spy on them, so frustrated had she become at the lack of interest they were showing in her advertisement, but still.  It had been incredibly discouraging to hear.<br/><br/>Now, though, her patience had been rewarded!  Someone had come to answer the advertisement, and her use of the word 'we' showed that she wasn't alone, at that!  Could she have attracted the attention of an entire party of skilled adventurers?<br/><br/>Excited at the prospect of finally having her fliers answered, the grey elf spent several seconds frantically setting the room she had rented in order.  Papers covered in arcane scribblings, the magical research she had been doing to pass the time while she waited, were gathered from the walls and floor and shuffled into a neat little pile, then stuffed under the mattress of the bed.  Chairs were moved out from the wall they had been stored next to and placed in an orderly arrangement in the middle of the room, so that she could conduct the interview comfortably.  And finally, with a small effort of will and the channeling of some of her stored power, the very elemental force of air itself was put at her command, and woven into the shape of a living being, one roughly the size of a child or a large dog.<br/><br/>A command spoken in the ancient and instinctive language of such creatures of the air sent it scurrying off to open the door, while she spent a last few seconds straightening out her clothing and otherwise making her appearance presentable.  Then, she turned to greet her visitors.<br/><br/><strong>"Greetings.  Please, enter."</strong>Gesturing for them to both enter and have a seat if they so desired, she stepped back slightly, to give them room to do so and to get a better look at what could well be her adventuring companions in the weeks ahead.<br/><br/>First up was a female human.  She looked young and strong, and with the sword she carried at her side, it was clear that she was some sort of warrior.  More surprising was the fact that she had somehow managed to both dress in a highly revealing manner that showed off much of her body, and yet simultaneously keep herself protected by heavy armor.  Perhaps it was glamered armor, enchanted to both protect and reveal at the same time?<br/><br/>She was accompanied by a male human, one who appeared to be at least a decade her senior.  Too much of an age difference for them to be a mated pair, from what the elf understood of human lifespans.  Perhaps a father and daughter, then?  Or would there need to be more of an age difference for that to be the case?  Either way, between the bizarre reptilian... thing that accompanied the male and his complete lack of armor, it was at least clear that he was a man with a deep connection to nature, and likely a druid, rather than a ranger.<br/><br/>And after that... no one.  Only two, then...  Or, well, two and a half, counting the animal companion.  Disappointing, but after a week of nothing at all, Lethiel wasn't going to complain about this sudden turn of luck.  Putting on a smile, she decided to mask her disappointment with politeness, instead.<br/><br/><strong>"As I'm sure you already know, my name is Lethiel Loreweaver, and I am a Wizard and Oracle of Aluthriel the Stargazer.  What are your names and areas of expertise?"</strong>