[h3]Roland[/h3][hr]
[i]"Great. This is just great."[/i] Roland could not help but shook his head.

"You're delusional," he said to his to-be-contractor. "Tomb raiding by itself is a risky business, but [i]The[/i] Tomb of Kings in the Mountain Pass? Do you know how many adventurers had tried and perished while attempting that ancient ruin?"

He'd gush out some more after hearing the more-than-ambitious mission they were going to attempt, but realizing that they would fall on deaf ears anyway, he restrained himself. Instead, he let out a long sigh and plead to the Gods that what he was about to do next was not a wrong decision.

"Fine. If we're going to do this anyway, let's introduce ourselves," he said. At least, by knowing the trades and specialties of each other, there will be a higher chance to survive. After all, if this was the same Tomb of Kings that he had heard the stories about, there's a fat chance of them getting a hold on riches and probably some valuable artifacts, even if they didn't get to reach the end of the dungeon.

"I'm Roland. A wizard," he announced again for the sake of the to-be-teammates that just arrived. "My specialty is, well.. Maybe it's better for you to see for yourselves."

Roland snapped his fingers and all of a sudden, a fragrant smell filled the tavern. Gone were the smell of vomit and urine, and in their stead, smells of freshly baked bread and simmering stew wafted in the air. The humid and stuffy air, too, was replaced by the sensation of cooling, comfortable spring breeze. And for some reason, Roland himself appeared to grow a couple of feet taller and with chiseled muscles.

Of course, none of them were real. With another snap of fingers, everything returned to how it was before.

"Illusion magic. Not the most efficient of crafts, but it sure has its uses," Roland said with a somewhat proud snicker. "So yeah, unless the rest of you could actually do something that's not mere tricks, I think it would be prudent if we just forget the whole thing."