Atmos yawned loudly and rubbed his face, boy was he tired with all that exercise. Whilst it was true that he had intended to be energetic it was of the horizontal kind not running for his life.<br/><br/>He reached into his pouch and pulled out a small bottle, which with a grimace of anticipated distaste, he swallowed the contents off.  “By the Horned God tastes like the water from a boiled Orc’s jockstrap.”  He shook his head and then looked around with more of an interest.<br/><br/>“Does the job though. Now what a merry bunch we are.” He looked around and smiled, “An Elf missing her woods, a woman who helps and then threatens to kill, a smiling woman who is dangerous or into kinky sex, a silent fighter with a big sword, giving the ladies a hint maybe? And a swashbuckler from her dress and manners.” A soft laugh escaped him, “And a hung over Druid.”<br/><br/>He glanced and then smiled at the Captain, “You have picked a interesting party, my compliments.” Atmos waved his hand, “Don’t mind me, bit of a chatterbox especially as I was getting bored with all this sitting in silence and looking at each other.  If all goes well we will be companions in arms, fighting and could be dying together. Let’s at least know something of each other.”<br/><br/>Then he pointed at himself, “I am Atmos as I have said, A Druid, follower of the Horned God.”<br/>