Zarxire walked into town, his cloak pulled over his head to cover his horns. "Nice place, wouldn't mind living here if it wasn't so fucking cold." He then noticed the apothecary building the notice described, hopefully no one would reveal his identity and maybe, just maybe, it was warm. Zarxire entered the building and noticed two human adventurers and one elf. All of them being average height for a human, he slightly towered over them at 6 ft. 2 in. but had a much leaner stature than the three. He walked over to the table the Sister was at and sat down, "Don't worry, I watched them post the notices myself. There is no way any group of adventurers could travel far enough for rare ingredients in only a week." 

Zarxire looked towards the Sister and made sure to keep his cloak over his head. "My name is Zack, I'm a trained wizard and know much of the land. I'm sure with these fine people helping fight off the monsters, we could definitely find the ingredients you seek. If you'll have me of course." Zarxire looked back towards the three, one was obviously a trained fighter, the other seemed to be more fit for the streets, and the last one smelled distinctly of holy magic and a bit of bloodlust. [i]This group seems to be interesting already, wonder who else will show up.[/i]