Harvan gingerly pulled the silk pouch from beneath his chair and opened it up. He had a little experience working with elven silk from his time with caravans and even though he knew it was strong Harvan felt almost unworthy to handle it. 

All of the items were in the pouch as promised. He turned everything over one at a time. Everything was masterfully crafted and Harvan was stunned at the ability of the elves. The detail on everything was amazing, especially the amulet. That amulet is what he was most interested in. Harvan gently put the necklace around his neck, then, looking around quickly to make sure no one was watching, cupped his hands over his eyes to block out as much light as possible. He was unsure but for a second he could swear he could make out the wrinkles of his fingers better than before. He quickly became unsure, realizing he didn't try without the necklace on. Harven dropped his hands and started to take the necklace off when he felt someone brush past him. Looking up he saw the giant of an elf ducking beams on his way to the battlemage. 

Harvan quickly tucked the necklace under his shirt and collected the rest of his belongings and followed the giant. Coming up behind the giant and battlemage Harvan heard low threatening tones coming from the giant of a man and Harvan turned right around. He was feeling more and more over his head. These were adventurers. He did not know what the two men were talking about but he could only imagine the stories they must be trading. Harvan had seen his share of adversity and battle but he was no adventurer. This felt like the start of one of the epic tales his grandmother used to tell him. While Harvan had always enjoyd pretending to be on a grand adventure he never really thought he would ever JOIN one!

Smoothing his hair Harvan surveyed the crowd before approaching the talkative man. Harvan was unused to adventuring but he did know people, and this man was deliberatly making an ass of himself or Harvan would turn over his halberd and take up a hoe for the rest of his life. And really, Harvan decided, someone like that would make for a good way to meet everyone else. Harvan would just need to keep a sharp watch out, you didn't make an obvious fool of yourself unless you had something to hide.

Finishing his drink Harvan approached the man. "Hello," Harvan extended his hand. "Harvan Diehl. Sounds like you are all in on this adventure. I'll be honest, I've travelled a lot but I haven't been part of an undertaking like this before. You seem like the... friendliest one here." Harlan's eyes darted over to the giant of a man and formerly blood covered wizard. "What do you make of this little collection of souls?"