Harvan sat back in his corner chair and thought about what he had just heard. When he received the letter from the Queen Harvan had just assumed it was a recruitment effort for guardsmen, either on the road or in the townships of the southlands. Harvan had been travelling around the North for a few years now, guarding caravans until he made enough to take the pass south to Riverhope. He had seen a couple of familiar faces in the city and assumed that they had put in a good word for him. This was full scale adventuring though, something Harvan had never done before.

Harvan took a moment to look around the table. He was glad that the Queen's sister, Vanya was her name, had cleaned up the blood covered mage. Harvan had been covered in blood his fair share of times, but there is a difference between being covered in something and wallowing in it. Aside from the mage, who made Harvan uncomfortable, he felt fairly at ease in this group. Harvan didn't consider himself an adventurer and picked at his clothing nervously. Harvan stopped suddenly, smoothing the white and green cloth. He decided the question was, would he be needed? It looked to him that most of the people around the table would be able to take care of themselves but that didn't mean he wouldn't be of use. 

The half-elf woman and the priest, Mira and Settione if he heard correctly, both looked very scrappy, they probably wouldn't need much assistance. The knight looked, well, like a knight. No need for Harvan's assistance there. The Queen's sister radiated power and Harvan felt like she had no use for a boy such as himself waiting at her heel. There was also the wood elf in scale armor, not someone who looked particularly helpless. Harvan made a note to ask the elf about the nature of the creature he was wearing before he left, there had to be a great tale behind that. There was also a nervous looking mercanary fellow. He was probably fine on his own, though he looked the most approachable to Harvan. Out of all of the group he looked like the best travelling companion.

This finally left the... two mages? The grimy, bloody one was obviously a mage, and would need protection. It looked like the man even needed help standing up. Harvan shuddered, worried that he would be stuck helping keep that one safe, although if he was covered in that much blood the mage might never be near enough to danger to need protection. There was also the young human woman. She looked like a noble and didn't seem particularly well armored. Harvan assumed that she was a mage, she had that look, especially if she has travelled far wearing the clothes she was. Again, he was always happy to put a shield between himself and a comrade but it is hard to judge how much help a magic user needs.

Realizing he was getting nowhere Harvan pulled out a small bag of multi-sided charms, each decorated with small inscriptions. Silently asking if he should join this quest Harvan dropped them on the table, making as little noise as possible. Harvan deflated a little as he looked at the stones. His Grandmother had taught him the basics of throwing rune stones but he usually couldn't get more than a simple yes or no answer out of them, and whatever he was looking at right now was far too nuanced for him to read. Harvan went to pick them back up but stopped as he felt eyes on him. He realized he didn't manage to cast them as serruptitiously as he was hoping. Harvan wasn't sure who was watching him but he stopped and mimed studying them a little harder. He then swept them into the bag and stood up. "I would be honored to join this endeavor. You have my help." He then bowed and sat back down. Harvan had no idea how he looked. 

Hopefully not as silly as he felt.