As the sun in the noon sky peaked over the entire city of Triboar, the noise of a freshly new caravan in town caused a crowed to form in the market district of the medium sized city. It had come from Neverwinter itself, and was jam-packed with food, fine silks, and other general goods for the majority of the populous to drool over and possibly spend their gold. However, as the crowd picked up in density around these new and temporary stalls, there was a group of people who moved through the swarm of people with little difficulty... mainly because the people who wanted to get to the goods would move out of their way. The group moved with little hesitation, two of them splitting off from the main group and then split up again as they started to look around in the large crowd of people. The rest of the group moved towards a singular building, almost as if with purpose. This building was a Tavern, across the market district, called 'The Wicked Crow'. It only took them a few minutes to reach the building, and once they were their they swiftly entered the establishment.<br/><br/>The large wooden door almost burst open as four new patrons entered the main sitting area of 'The Wicked Crow'. As they entered, they quickly split up. The first in the building was a tall woman with rough green skin, easily noticing the orc-ish heritage in her bloodline as there were small tusks jutting from her mouth, bald head and deep cyan eyes. She was athletic and had furs covering her chest and from her waist to her knees, wearing no armor but she had over her shoulder a large great-sword. Behind her came a younger looking human male of smooth, silky brown skin and had long, curled brown hair with light brown eyes that almost faded in with his hair at times. This boy was almost as tall as the half-orc woman who entered before him, however instead of furs he wore vibrant and loose cloths of deep ocean blues and sunset oranges for trimming, he carried a flute on his hip as he swiftly entered over to the corner of the establishment and instantly started playing a soft and soothing tune for all to hear. Behind him, a very short woman with long and wavy auburn hair and blue eyes followed him. Her cloths were more of robes, these though were bright red like the flames of a bon-fire and flowed seamlessly behind her. On her back was a pack which held a large tome that could barely fit the pack itself. Finally, there was a Male with rough copper skin that finished the row. He had very long and wavy red hair and brown eyes, and wore simple white robes that were trimmed with a gold like material. This clearly elf male made his way up to the main bar and looked over to the woman who was working behind the bar. Before she could open her mouth though, the male shook his head and spoke softly towards her. She nodded, with her blonde hair that was tied in a simple bun bouncing at the same time, before she reached up for a simple mug and grabbed a simple pitcher. She poured a clear liquid into the mug, and then was greeted with a copper piece on the counter as the elf took the mug and had a small sip. He turned around and looked at the rest of the room, filled with random civilians and a few armored people sitting at various tables. He thought for a second, then cleared his throat before speaking.<br/><br/>"I'm looking for someone who is good with blade, good in nature, and willing to fight for a just cause... You will be compensated for your efforts. If anyone is interested... I'll be here until the water is gone..." With the comment about the water, he raised his mug ever so slightly before taking a seat with the Half-orc woman who was sitting by the young man playing his flute and the very small woman who was now reading over her tome with intent. Once he got to the table, he took another sip of his drink and continued to scan the room while waiting to see what happened next.