Jon had been sitting in the tavern mulling over his options over a meal. His objective was to clear the infamous prison-dungeon of the mad king, but he knew he couldn't do it alone. For all of his strength and battle prowess, he didn't know the first thing about dungeons or traps. The obvious solution was to look for companions, and that was what Jon had been doing for the past day.

He'd arrived a few days ago and bought a room at the inn for somewhere to stay. After resting, he got up to look for people to join him in his expedition. Unfortunately for him, pretty much no one would brave the depths of the dungeon for all the treasure in the world. Pity, since there were even deadlier dungeons out there. He'd have a hard time looking for team members if he really wanted to brave the dungeons.

A few hours ago, Jon had decided to give up looking for team members because no one wanted in on it. He'd settled down to eat a meal at the inn when a woman declared her intention to clear the prison castle. Jon would've joined but he sat back and observed to see who was interested. He didn't want to be disappointed after all, and if the dungeon was as deadly as everyone made it out to be, they'd need more than 2 people.

Sure enough, several people of different races rallied to her cause. A surprising amount, in fact. And then the woman declared her motivation, as a paladin of the church. Jon wasn't a religious person, but he felt a certain familiarity with her, a sense of duty. She was serving her order as he used to serve his lord. This was enough for Jon to walk up.

"That sounds like as good a cause as any." Jon cut in, striding over to the group. "My blade is yours to use, if you find it in your favour to accept a vagabond knight like me."