[b]"The money wasn't the priority."[/b] Brel muttered, slowly releasing the firm grip on his dagger. Realizing a fight was not a thing these people were after, he lowered his weapon, in hopes that he won't get tricked and killed like many people here do. Get people to trust you, hang with them, and then assassinate them, stealing their gear. People have always been unforgiving and greedy.

As the guy named Sebastian stretched out his hand for a shake, Brel was confused whether he wants to accept it or not. And the party invite also seemed quite intriguing. [b]The name's Breljorn Sunfray, but you can call me Brel."[/b] He said accepting both the handshake and the party invitation. Slitting the dagger back into his waistbelt, he put his hand on the handle, fixing up his bandana with the other. 

[b]"So where are we going?"[/b] Brel asked the people in front of him that were in his party now. He was afraid he'd be betrayed, but he felt like he could trust them. They were kind enough not to s\lay him on the spot.