Linoleum teetered around inside the town armory as the rest of the group did their routines and got their new toys and stuff, no doubt comparing and taking deep thoughts about each piece. In truth, Linoleum didn't quite know what he was doing here but something about 500 gold probably influenced him to be with the rest of this rag tag group of adventurers; the entire premise sounded like fun, going out in the the unknown wilderness that probably wanted him dead in no less than fifteen ways with a group of people who he didn't quite know. The gonger had heard many a tales and songs about the Wilderdeep, some he made up himself on the fly. It wasn't an uncommon sight for Linoleum to overheard some boast of how fair in someone got in before deciding that they'd leave the wildlife alone since they were feeling "merciful" or how terrifying the place is. There were more than a few foolish individuals who would say that people were overeracting about how dangers the area was only for them not to return the following night, their body added to the count of the land. Linoleum wondered if he built a house there if there would be a tax deduction since the tax man got eaten alive or something, surely it was prime real estate.

At any rate, the payment would be sufficient to pay off his debt to the local tavern after on particular rowdy performance which involves exactly 3 men having to be treated, one deaf ear, an especially heavy pot of soup and a certain goat whose name will not be mentioned. The tavern keeper banned Linoleum as he fixed up with half a dozen hole in his business's walls until that the man would be able to pay off both the damages and his bar tab which consisted in large part of special "brew" that Linoleum made on there by combining two parts ale with one part spring water, an egg and a rock. Every night he'd order one before or after his performance and drank it all down, [i]all[/i] of it. No one bothered to ask where the rock went with the wiser ones not doing so on purpose in fear of the bard's answer.

Holding his [s]stolen[/s] gong up to his ear and gently tapping it, he could hear its divine brassy voice speak to him on what he should take on his epic quest. No doubt the gong knew what it was saying as Linoleum thought its choices was also a fine one as he picked up up a length of wood off the floor stating it would be his new Shillelagh (ignoring the actual clubs and such lined up on a rack behind him) and dashed over to a a bag of what he presumed must have been some sort of Adventuring equipment and slung it over his bare back. It was already in the armory and they were going on an adventure so surely the bag would have related goods in it right? Its not like it was just a bag full of hedgehogs or something.

Thanking the gong for its wise words, the "bard" looked back at the rest of his troupe which currently consisted of a foreigner in silk, a tiny little midget with a spear and a pretty lady who clearly needed some sleep if her dark under eyes where anything to go by. What a wonderful crew. With his equipment all ready, Linoleum raise his gong and began to whack it harder than a dead horse signaling that they were about to go out. At least half the town sighed a breath of relief with this knowledge.