[h2][right][color=#a8a9ad][b]Osric Griswall[/b][/color][/right][/h2]
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	It was another job to Osric. Not that his employers were only another count on his resume. He didn’t have any particular ties to the church. He knew plenty of religious people, and had varying degrees of banter among them. Most were as polite as any other, but more than a few were as vile and entitled as the spoiled brat of the baron’s mistress. From what he could gather, this rescue party was not so much hastily made as was the last of the effort they were willing to put into the preparation. Besides him, Osric could tell that at least a couple of the others were there out of convenience. The fellow with the mask, and the charismatic Ludvig for example. It looked like an even split. Some were there to fill in numbers, the next third by association or publicity, and then the last third were truly associated with the church itself. 

	Osric couldn’t help but wonder if the people missing were as important as the job described. Osric didn’t follow the ongoing of the church, but he knew of some of the exploits it’s members accomplished in the name of their creator. So it was odd that such an important figure head was getting so little attention from the church itself. In fact, his employment came from someone working on their behalf. Then again, he really didn’t know the processes behind the scenes. There might be more going on that the church kept internal. Regardless, he was here now, and money was money. He was going to do his job to the best of his ability. It was the least he could do. 

	Osric welcomes the food and drink. It was quite a bit better than what he usually ate, and this was a good chance fill a plate with the good stuff. He made due out on the road, some of his former travel companions making the most out of the minuscule cooking facilities. Both delicious in their own ways. The others were introducing themselves during this time, some interrupting with recognition or inquiry. A couple of the names sounded familiar. Carnatia specifically from a sorceress traveling companion he had just before leaving for the Glory Hall. And then that of the latest fellow to speak, Rezello. If not for his mask, Osric doubted if the name Rezello would bring up any memories of that sorceress’ stories.

	“I’m similar in a similar boat, my friend.” said Osric in response to Rezello’s comment about the east. “While I’ve been to a fair few places around here, I’ve not traveled to Tetragor” Osric cleared his throat, “I’m Osric Griswall. I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not really a man of faith. But worry not, I will accomplish what is expected of me. You have my word.”