The Travellers

Zhaira looked up at the young man sitting opposite her. He seemed like an experienced traveller; worn clothes and a walking staff. And rather eager. Perfect. Perhaps not a fighter, but she wouldn't likely need any bodyguards for her mission. No, she'd get to Voro safely. For the time being, she simply needed to go along with the 'traveller group' pretense. "Ahh, you're the first applicant. Sign here, and you're an official member."

"Excellent, thank you. My name is Tarvellin, Tarvellin Verinos."
"It's my pleasure, Tarvellin."

A few moments passed in which Tarvellin signed his name and returned the list to her. At that moment someone else approached her. Or rather... something else.

A demonic creature, with red skin and a tail. An awful smell accompanied him. Zhaira was immediately repulsed. "Y-y-you want to join? You're serious? Oh, well I-I-I suppose, if you must. Sign here. This is Tarvellin Verinos, our first applicant." She slid the signauture list over to the creature, not wanting to touch it.

***

Tarvellin examined the demon closely. How horrid, the way Zhaira viewed him. He glanced around the tavern, every patron was giving the newcomer that same, suspicious look. Tarvellin hated it. "If he must? Miss Darel, surely this man's race does not come into your judgement? He is welcome amongst us! It is my honour to meet you, friend." He held out his hand for the demon to shake.

The Murderers

Astrolanoid smirked as he examined the newcomer. He carried enough weapons to be a killer. And he had the arrogance that so many killers possessed. Yes, he'd do. Although he'd do even better when sober.

"If by him you mean me, then yes. If not, then you're in the wrong office. I am Astrolanoid Direlios, and if you turn up drunk during a mission under my command you'll soon find yerself without a mouth to drink with." He flashed a quick grin before turning to Faralon. "Got any interesting recruits? Like, INTERESTING ones? You know, the slightly maniacal ones or the deformed, scarred type? Always good for a laugh," he noted.

***

Faralon was astounded by Astrolanoid's mind. The man had the incredible talent of saying the oddest things at the oddest times. He would be of great use to the Darel family. If he coudl be trusted. He was quite unpredictable at times.

"Well... There is one... How does undead mage sound to you?"