Vark walked in a fine suit down the street, looking like an upstanding businessman. He had left his home despite wanting to chop up people who did not quite agree with various ideas of his, but there were bigger threats to his ideology than some purple haired overweight women and nasty foreign lads. As he neared the tavern he screwed on a silencer to his gun, removed the clips from his beard to let it fall down to it's full size and ripped off the suit (which somehow completely came off and concealed a massive cloak fit for any wizard and a large hat - and a staff and much more) and with a satisfactory thump tapped his staff on the ground beneath. Finally he kicked at the door and shot a few bullets into various items of glassware and started to shout "THIS IS A STICKU-" before abruptly stopping and having a middle-aged blue eye lazily look up with thought. The Grand Wizard stood there slowly realizing that he wasn't looking for cash but for [s] meatshields [/s] who would help him give the overlord fellow a right talking to. Eventually he backed out of the building, and then repeated the dramatic entry only stopping momentarily to reload his gun. 

"Alright, now that I have your attention I am looking for heroes! A great prophecy has struck me, I visited an anonymous outdated forum on which a post had repeating digits; IT SAID THE OVERLORD IS IN FACT BAD AND WE NEED TO FUCK HIS SHIT UP!" He could have put it more eloquently but he still had to make that bootube video about why what everyone was doing was wrong and he had to make that death metal piece that was already paid for. The man shot his gun a few more times into the ceiling to emphasize the gravitas of the situation and then waved his staff about to show that he was asking all present. "I say, who is with me! Who is going on an epic adventure!" At last it dawned on him that not everyone was a bloody idiot to go to a likely death just like that and then he quickly added "We'll split his shit fair and square when he's done with and we can probably sell his organs for a little too, so come on!" as he jumped on a table.