There was nothing better than the life of an adventurer. Sure being wealthy or powerful may be the biggest things people want, but that just meant being an adventurer was the best way to get it. Not to mention all the new places they go to, new people they meet, and interesting things they find. Parum was certainly enjoying it. She had joined this caravan at the last town they stopped at, offering her services as a caravan guard as well as a spell caster. Also, she played the viol for some extra coin on the side, earning her a meager 10 gold thus far. While not enough to buy anything luxurious, it would be enough for a stay at an inn with a good meal and a bath.

Parum hasn’t really been able to develop much of an opinion on the others, aside from the fact that they are fairly interesting characters in their own right, though a bit… Cliche. The half-orc was a half-dressed barbarian, which didn’t surprise Parum in the slightest. There was an aasimar who was a paladin and, based off how her armor was designed, must be of noble birth. Only someone with high social status would have the money to buy armor as stylish as hers, even if it looked like gutted platemail. The wood elf was a ranger who Parum marked as an entertainer of sorts based off her possessions, and the halfling was interested in trying to organize a performance with her one day. Then there was the human with the big sword, who Parum assumed was just a mercenary or traveling warrior. He did seem… Off in a way, but Parum had no real clue what this meant. She hopes to find out soon.

Aside from them there were the caravan master and his helpers. They were hospitable enough, offering the food when it was dinner time and allowing her to sit in the wagon when the road was long. They were, if nothing else, professionals. As such they made sure to leave the jobs of protecting the caravan to hired hands and those willing to fight, and made careful consideration when heading into danger. Such as when Addio, the leader of the caravan, stopped them and formed a protective wagon circle. It was strange at first, but Parum quickly figured out what was going on simply by looking into the sky; smoke in the distance and a dragon in the sky.

Addio didn’t even need to ask for volunteers when Parum stepped off the wagon. Of course by the time she got there, three others had already showed up. The half-orc, the warrior, and the elf. [color=7ea7d8]”I should probably figure out what their names are...”[/color] Parum said to herself when she stepped up to the group. Compared to the others who looked like grizzled warriors, Parum looked like a dainty actress, what with her faux armor being no more effective than a leather shirt, and instead of a sword or other weapon in hand, Parum had her viol. It also didn’t help that because she was a halfling, she was absolutely child-like next to the others. Yet she stood as one of the valiant heroes because she knew the caravan needed someone to investigate the village ahead. And the chance to meet a live dragon up close wasn’t something that Parum would pass up.

[color=7ea7d8]”Count me in! My name is Parum, and I’ll accompany you to save the village and find out why the dragon is here.”[/color]