The three sat around a table in the inn, discussing their latest lead. A story of a haunted castle, once ruled over by a famous lord, many, many years ago; his secret treasure, the wealth of not only the entire region, but of his famed adventuring career as well, still hidden, undisturbed for nearly a century. They're discussing the fastest route to get there, a map of the vale laid out before them. They're definitely more than simple treaure hunters, though; the signs of experience are clear to see.<br/><br/>The human, a tall, lithe man, carries a long rapier at his side, his light leather vest accentuated with some outlandish designs, which, along with his lute slung over his back, note him as a magical minstrel. The half-elf woman, the exotic blend of her human and elven features making her appearance a little disorienting, but nonetheless pleasing, is hunched over the map; she looks to be their leader, from the way she carries herself. A long wooden staff strapped to her back, a hawk perched on her shoulder, and an embossed forest motif on her boiled leather armor indicate that she is closely tied to nature... perhaps a wielder of the raw, furious power of the wild lands, a druid. Next to her stands a full-blooded elf, though there is quite a resemblance between the two women. She's not watching the map; instead, he keen eyes scan the room constantly, her ears twitching at every unusual sound. A longbow is slung over her back, as well as a large quiver, and her chain shirt seems to be made of lighter stuff than most metal armors are. She carries a longsword at her side, and looks to be quite skilled with both of her weapons.<br/><br/>None of them have noticed Draiss, yet, but that isn't saying much; he doesn't truly stand out among the crowd of mixed travelers.