Having just noticed he had left a critical part of his guise behind, James quickly made his way to a merchant to purchase a lute. Not many people outside of Valera knew him as a thief. He paid the gold to the woman, and then returned to the group lute in hand. He worked on tuning it before playing a short song. It wasn't the best he had done but certainly not his worst preformance.

[color=00aeef]"And any great party that faces danger tends to be worthy of marketing a song of. It isn't everyday one sees a group such as this."[/color]

With that he looked over his now companions noting what little he knew of each. Those he knew least about was the wood elf that had appeared just a little bit ago, the warforged aside it being an instrument of war, the halfling that walked next to the warforged, and the half elf.

The old man who had spouted the proverb he had recognized as the cleric Kethan, renown scholar healer and bane to cultist of Venca. The half orc, Markus, was a Paladin of Tyr, and a Hammer of Grimjaw to boot. The pink haired gnome could only be the alchemist Scrapemouse, obsessed with tinkering and gunpowder.
The masked woman was Lonett, an adventurer and monster hunter that had an owlbear for a conpanion.

[color=00aeef]"Well it seems I have been blessed with a bit of fortune to be traveling with you all. Four of you I know through tales that have travelled even to Valera. Four of you I know little of. This shall really be an interesting adventure."[/color] James took his amulet of Tymora in his hand rubbing it for more luck before setting it back over his chest.