"An' so I said, 'Naw, that's m' sister!"

The table in the back corner erupted with boisterous laughter. Several burly men were circled around it, each with a flagon in hand and a smile on their face. Alrik chuckled at the man's joke, but couldn't shake the wistful feeling it had brought on afterwards. It had been weeks now, and there were no signs of his own missing sister. Still, he wouldn't give up. She deserved better. He excused himself from the table, and headed up to the bar for another drink. 

The main problem is that he barely knew where to begin looking. His dear sister hadn't gone into much detail about where exactly in Velt she moved. It was a fool's errand, but one he was obligated to go on anyway. Family sticks together, and that's an ideal he'd carry to the grave. He took a swig of his drink, and swished it around for a moment, lost in thought, before swallowing. He lost his train of thought as he noticed a young woman - a girl, really - stand up on a bench.

“I am a warrior, seeking to reach the deepest level of the Prison-Castle!” she announced. 
“If any wish to join me in this quest, speak now!”

Alrik ran his tongue over his teeth as he considered the offer. What he really needed right now were people to share an adventure with. If he couldn't progress with his own, at least he could help someone else along the way. He glanced back over to the table he was seated at. Their drinks were raised in celebration, probably just another joke. There was nothing left for him here.

He made his way over to the girl, who was now seated back down. He'd come over just in time to hear the dwarf speak.

"Wot exactly does thess quest o' yourn entail?"

Alrik folded his arms, and nodded. "Int'rested," he stated simply, "but I'd like to hear that first."