The white cheese Howland ate was tangy, sharp, and bold, just like the farmer who gave it to him and filled his mouth with a zesty feeling as it dissipated in his mouth before he chewed and swallowed the scrumptious cheese, satisfying his urging hunger. To wash it down, Howland took a large gulp of his golden ale and drank the malty beverage lightly to taste the quality. Not the best ale he ever drank but what else did he expect from a farm just outside a larger city? [i]It'll do for now, I can't complain...[/i] Howland thought to himself. As he drank and ate in the corner of the bar stand, two loud thumps hit the floor of the tavern and vibrated afterwards which almost seemed to crack the floor below the man doing it. He introduced himself as the leader of this band of ambitious, young adventurers and named himself Rask. 

Rask looked like a leader as he spoke to the small crowd of applicants, but Howland did not expect so many people to show and by the looks of it, most of them would probably have to go home. Almost all of them were considerably young and had a look which read 'eager' on their faces, but Howland could also just as easily read how many of them were most likely not going to integrate into the new team. As the others introduced themselves (and fought with each other), Howland then rose from his corner stool after finishing a long pint of ale. [i]Stand firm and confident and surly you will not appear weak.[/i] He told himself. 

[color=7ea7d8]"My name is Howland Morrys, son of Howard. Swordsman, Archer, and a few other things.[/color]" He could feel the eyes of everyone watching. For a moment, he felt naked but would not let it get the better of him. [color=7ea7d8]"I am a little trained in arts of healing spells and I look forward to working with you all."[/color] He added, standing to his soon-to-be new peers before sitting down and waited patiently for what was to come next.