"Ah 'spose we should 'ave a place ta meet up again once we don' wha' we ea' need ta. Suggestions?"

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"How about that inn we passed? Zebel's maroon mon?"
"Meet up there every few evenings."

Brother Yew bowed gently to the group before speaking.

"I shall be at the monastery until my training is complete. That may take a week or so. I will look for you at that inn when I am free to leave again."

Luthien might've done more, but...

"I must head for the temple. When I return, perhaps I will be a Knight."

And off he goes for his training.

Ronalt addresses the group, "If you miss folk leave a message with the innkeep so we don't have to go searching for you before returning to the temple. best to keep what we have been doing quiet too. Last thing we need is other folk trying to stir up the place and getting captured."
"Good luck with your training."
Ronalt heads to one of the local swordmen schools for a weeks practice.
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The first week passes without too many hiccups and some successfully complete their training. Others however appear to be taking a bit longer....

"So, 'oo's go' plans fer tha nex' few days?" Arek asked the group when they assembled in the inn on the night of the eighth day in the city.

"I've got a ton more training to do. It's like...I've had some kind of revelation! They think I'll be ready for Knighthood sooner then expected."

"I am done with mine Arek. is there something you need help with?" Ronalt asked.

An elf walked into a bar...

And stood for a moment, taking in his surroundings. He was dressed immaculately in white and gold and silver underneath his banded mail, with a dark blue cloak around him. He looked around in disdain, sneering down the length of his nose at what he obviously considered much lesser folk, but finally he espied those whom he sought - a Ranger, a Noble Knight of some sort, and a...Dwarf, of all things.

"Greetings," he said, without feeling. "I am Corvus. I have heard word that you people have been fighting evil down south of here, and would join you in your endeavours. What say you?"

Brother Yew had arrived at the inn only moments before the elf and had spotted where Ronalt, Arek and Luthien were seated just as the elf did. He paused a moment to assess their appearance and mood before joining them but the elf had already gone forward to introduce himself to them. Yew followed him and stepped up alongside the elf as he finished his introduction.

"Greetings Master Corvus. I am Yew, but it is not for me to say yes or no to your request. These are Master Ronalt (our leader), Father Arek and young Master Luthien."

"What skills have you which might aid us in our efforts, Master Corvus." Ronalt queried, adding the somewhat blunt questions, "which god do you worship and what do you wish done to your body should you fall in the fighting?"
"I ask this as we have lost many folk already to the evil we battle." not adding and to test your mettle.

"You are me? I do not follow. You may be part elf, but that merely makes you a pale imitation."

Clearly confused at this statement, it takes Corvus a few moments to realise what the Monk was saying.

"Ah, wait...now I see. Your name is 'Yew', like the wood. That makes more sense...though that is awfully confusing. How very...human."

Corvus smirked then, though it was more of a sneer. Wisdom and charisma were not his strongest points. He turned to the Woodsman.

"I am both warrior and wizard, Master Roalt, and accomplished at both. My gods are Elven and my body I would like returned to Enstad, capital of fair Celene, should I somehow fall. But I do not plan on being as careless as your previous companions."

Corvus took a seat at the table and said no more for the moment. He did not order food or drink.

A man comes in and looks around for a place to sit, the man is somewhat noticeable, not so much for his appearance, but rather for his companions. A raven sits on his shoulder, a burly hog stays at his side, along with a raccoon, and... a skunk. There might be something else rustling under his cloak as well...

Yew appeared unmoved by any potential insult in Corvus's words. He focussed purely upon more practical aspects.

"Master Corvus, our previous mission saw us underground for several days without sight of sun or moon, with many foes intent on our death or capture. Are you sure you wish to join us?"

"One does what one must to stem the tide of evil. It bothers me not, and I am quite sure of my convictions."

"Have you much experience fighting evil, Corvus." Ronalt continued, "what brought you to Verbobonc and why have you not already in an company fighting evil in its various forms."

"I have enough to know that the fight goes ever on."

Corvus regarded Roalt evenly, unmoved by the stream of questions.

"I came to Verbobonc because I heard rumour that there were folk here fighting great evil, the worst kind. I would join them. There are many companies undertaking such endeavours, but I would pit my mettle with the best of them."

"Or perhaps you have other friends also interested in joining us if we seem open to that possibility?" Yew suggests, with a glance at the menagerie that has settled around a nearby table.

"Friends are only useful to me if they wish to achieve a common goal," replies the (apparently) humourless elf.
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Brother Yew bows gently to Corvus.

"Very good. To stem the tide of evil would certainly be our common goal."

He turns to Ronalt and the others.

"I submit that we should accept Master Corvus's application to join us. I believe he too deserves the opportunity to risk his life for this noble cause."

Max sticks his head in the common room, looks around, nods at the adventurers he knows, briskly, and leaves as quickly as he came.

"Seems fine to me, Brother Yew." Ronalt replied, "Welcome to the troop, Master Corvus."

Elves. Bloody elves.
They'd only just got rid of the last batch of them and now more showed up! Next thing they knew there'd be a damn druid want to join!
"An'one seen Amathaon? Kalador 'n' Sven 're due t'day too."

"Coupla elves could be useful," Rolf finally spoke up.
"Can always use more meat shields."