[center][color=EC2600][b][h1]Vyandar Urthac[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

It seemed his concerns were unfounded. From the moment the first aasimar walked into the tavern, Vyandar instinctively knew she was a fellow Envoy. Then the obvious devotee to Sol in the fancy armor. Another aasimar. Two more humans. His fellow creations of the gods certainly weren't very imaginative in choosing their hosts by race, were they? Not even an elf or even half of one among them. And it seemed a few had heard his little sermon in the city center. It was wasted on them, of course. Converting a fellow Envoy to the sole worship of another god was unthinkable, if not impossible. Agamemnon, Sol, Qhalus, Reemis, and Astarte. What an...eclectic bunch of choices. 

[color=EC2600][b]"It's good to be appreciated, though I was hoping for converts."[/b][/color] The dragonborn grunted back to the apparent Envoy of Agamemnon, examining her for a moment. [color=EC2600][b]"Hm. You're clearly not the Empress of Brudel. Odd. If your patron would have had anyone represent him, I'd figured it would have been her."[/b][/color] He said quietly before taking a swig of ale. No sense in sounding like a lunatic by saying that they were all envoys of the gods as loudly as he could. 

Vyandar continued to eat and drink as he examined his fellow Envoys. Of course, first impressions mattered little in the long run, especially considering he'd yet to see how they fared in battle. But at a first glance...well, at the very least, the one known as Orial damn well couldn't be trusted with the party's funds, if she squandered her own so readily on a pint for the house. Especially considering she was Qhalus's Envoy.

The innkeeper's interruption brought some thought to Vyandar's mind. He wanted to reject the offer outright, if only because it wasn't a guaranteed battle on top of the fact that missing militiamen had little to do with Sol or the Ancients. But...they'd been called to this tavern specifically for a reason. Was this seemingly trite job divine intervention, perhaps? But why? A chance to speak to this city's marshal? Was that it? 

The cleric waited for the innkeeper to leave their earshot before speaking, finishing one last bite of his meal. 

[color=EC2600][b]"Vyandar Urthac. Was already a cleric of Anhur before all this began.[/b][/color] He grunted, introducing himself. 

[color=EC2600][b]"In any case, it's likely not coincidence that we were called [i]here[/i] specifically. Unless Sol's champion understands more of our orders than the rest of us do, I'm to believe that this is divine providence. Either we find something to help us along this path, or the reward of speaking to that lord leads us somewhere."[/b][/color] Vyandar rasped his two coppers, jerking a finger in Aurelian's direction. 

[color=EC2600][b]"In any case, outside of taking that job, I've no other ideas at the moment. Unless we all care to raid the Empire."[/b][/color] He stated, entirely serious. [color=EC2600][b]"Look at our domains. Empires, the Sun, Debauchery, Vengeance, and both representatives of War. Evidently, our patrons had something especially violent for us in mind."[/b][/color]