[center][h2][color=662d91]Riven[/color][/h2]
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As adventurers, be they thrill seekers or treasure hunters, those hoping to make some coin for themselves or those looking to actually help the monks, and those there for other, possibly personal, reasons. One held back though, sticking to the shadows of the nearby alleyways, staying close enough to hear the announcement. The figure, clad entirely in black and with a hood covering their face, leaned against the wall of the alley, their arms crossed. Once the announcement ended, they pushed themselves off the wall and walked down the alley, they cloak billowing behind them.

Not long after, the same figure walked into a weaponsmith's shop. Without lowering their hood, they walked among the collection of shaped metal and wood. He took his time before grabbing a hand crossbow and a full set of twenty bolts before walking up to the counter, angling his head so his face couldn't be seen. Last thing he needed was a shop keeper freaking out over his appearance.
"[color=662d91]I would like to buy these[/color]." He said, his voice a low growl. He took his short bow off his shoulder and placed it on the counter along with all the arrows he had. the weapon had served him well, but he found it cumbersome for when he wanted to switch between ranged attacks and his blades. Maybe the smaller weapon would prove more useful in that regard. "[color=662d91]I would also like the trade these in as well. I'm helping the Eteyar's in the expedition. I heard that can get me a discount[/color]."

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[center][h2][color=007236]Aramil[/color][/h2][/center]

Aramil was among the crowd as the elf gave his speech. As the old elf spoke, Aramil examined those around him, sizing them up and trying to make out if any of them were remotely trustworthy. None of them did so when the speech was over, he walked away from everyone and headed towards where the vouchers were, muttering to himself angrily. He needed to be with at least two more people but he didn't know or trusted anyone there. That alone could prove fatal if the group fell apart due to conflicting opinions or personalities. He was not eager to die, not until he found the people who had brought destruction to his tribe.

Once he reached where all the groups were gathering, he found somewhere to sit and went about checking his weapons, especially his bow and the arrows he had. He trusted this weapon more then any other he possessed and the last thing he needed was for it to break on him. The arrows might also need new feathers so that they flew straight and true and the edges of his blades might be in need of sharpening. So, he checked out his gear and waited to see if anyone would approach him.