Narrakas finally made his arrival in Bruvell. He knew he was running late, but was a wizard ever really late? The plump Dragon born didn't think so. 
As he made his way through the rural town, he saw a Mercenary for hire, seeking adventure. He waved his hand over his invitation for joining the Prince's quest. The paper vibrated a bit, before duplicating itself. Narrakas looked at the copy of the invitation, then back at the hire. He wasn't really sure what made someone qualified to be an adventurer. Since he had chosen more often to spend his time in libraries, instead of picking up whatever farming equipment he had on hand to go hunt goblins. She looked like she could handle herself, at least she thought she could. He folded up the copy of the invitation and tossed it to her feet. Surely the Prince wouldn't mind if she tagged along. 

The plump Dragonborn pushed open the doors of the Tavern. He had arrived just in time to catch the last few transactions in the conversation between Deston and his new adventuring party. [color=3ed4ba]"It's about Adventure."[/color] Narrakas said interjecting. [color=3ed4ba]"What else starts in a tavern, aside from sex and drinking?"[/color] He said with a smirk. He gestured to Deston and the Cleric. [color=3ed4ba]"Do these seem like the kind to drink with common people, unless to gather a misfit band of adventurers to save the world."[/color]