At a back table in the guildhall
The group at one of the tables in the back is an odd mix of two halflings, a leprechaun, a dwarf, and an elf. The elf sits just a bit apart from the others, as is typical of those raised in the mountains. Dressed in ordinary clothes and decked out in combat leathers, his wide hat is oddly of much finer material. Twin scabbards hold long knives on his sides, and his pack rests between his feet. When he looks up from his meal of hot brown, it is easier to see wisps of his blue hair peeking out from beneath the hat. Stranger than that, his eyes appear a luminous blue as well marking him as Air-Infused.
He finishes the bowl and leans back. With a faint trace of a southern accent marking him as not from Northport, Espiri says to the group, “I’m getting tired of waiting on Summanus. Too many meals of this ‘hot brown’ are making me actually want to eat my trail rations instead, and I’m almost out of money. Not all of us are as rich as the dwarf.” He nods his head in the general direction of Valdnur.
In a rare moment, Espiri actually moves his head a bit closer to the group and says, “Let me get to the point. I think we should find a job that pays well. If Summanus gets back before we leave, so much the better. Otherwise, he will just have to wait until we get back. I think we proved ourselves quite capable together guarding the caravan.”
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