Everyone nods in understanding to their role in combat, the elf bowing curtly to Maryvale and starting to talk.

"I am Torien, a half-elf, I have been shunned by my own kinsmen for my entire life, being forced to hunt alone, no family, no friends, no nothing." He says. "However, I met a young knight on a mission to kill any rogues around the castle, he spared me and promised me that with him by my side, I would reach greatness and here I am, thanks to the Grand Marshall." He says with a chuckle.

The orc grunted and said. "I am Ghoros, I was an outcast as I was different from the other Orcs, I was smart, I didn't have the luck to be born in a royal family, so I was sold in slavery to a human taskmaster in charge of a mine. I worked endlessly for no pay and almost no food, until the Grand Marshal and several knights arrested the taskmaster and chose me out of the hundreds of slaves there to be by his side, for him, I would kill my own kind!"

"I am Magay." The gnoll says. "I was born into a small gnoll tribe, yet I had a good life ahead of me as the son of the tribal leader. However, a orcish clan attacked us, killed the male adults and enslaved the rest of us. However, the Grand Marshall led a raid to free the slaves there and chose me to help him in his quest."

The avian nodded again and began to talk. "I am Maraya, a female avian, I was part of a raiding party from my tribe. Our raids took us close to a small village that we thought unprotected, but we were ambushed close to the village, all of my fellows were killed, I was shot down by three soldiers. As soon as they saw I was a female, they wanted to take me, but a dashing young knight tried to stop them, when they refused, he threatened them, the three men fought him and died, later he was almost executed because he saved me and killed three soldiers but he was only demoted as result. Since then, I have been completely loyal to him"

The young knight smiles and says. "Well, I don't have any long tales about the Grand Marshal, he's my father and I just want to make him proud."

"Shall we depart my lady?" The High Elf asks, our horses have been prepared."