Bo wasn't sure why he had decided to join the Hero Guard in the first place. It was dangerous, active, and pretty much the opposite of how he worked on jobs back home...Then again, jobs seem to be clearing up quick back home anyway. Bo missed the old days where there was always some sort of thing that needed to be done. Nowadays there's always some random adventurer or traveler showing up to fulfill the task. Even if he knew the people better, Bo knew that it was always a matter of who could do it better. Some urchin from the Gate, or someone who took on more threatening things on a daily basis? Of course they would choose the latter.

So now he's here. He didn't like it, and definitely didn't want to be here at all, but even his higher-named friends back home seem to be short on work. His acquaintances in the Red Plumes suggested either this or an attempt to join their own ranks, but Bo wasn't fond of putting in that much work. Somehow the elf came to the conclusion that the Hero Guard would be the easier vocation...In hindsight, he probably should have thought it through some more.

Regardless, Bo was in Neverwinter with a yellow sash tied around his arm. He'd gone too far to back out now, and the thought of doing so annoyed Bo as much as the fact that he now had to go and others with the same color. He bowed his head and sighed, before looking up and walking off to find or be found by the others of his team. He stretched his arms upward and let out a yawn. Today will be a somewhat long day...