Velox can see that his beliefs on the matter of reformation and restoration are not shared by those he may begin traveling with and he doesn't have the stomach to further the conversation. He won't stop these men from killing bandits, but he wonders when or if they will realize that they are becoming a bandit of a sort all their own.

"So be it." He says hoping to put the matter to bed.

Albrecht could tell it was a sore subject for the other man, and he responded, "I won't stop you from trying, but I will be there to save you when it doesn't work."

Ailishi waits for the others to arrive. The "exile" is not going good at all and he fears that they will soon learn hot to starve to death than improving their respect to the elders. The man has read the post and he has told the others in the tavern. Hopefully they would arrive soon. In the meantime he keeps himself at short distance of the group gathering around the post.

[Private to group Dwarven: "As you wish master dwarf."] Tymak tells the dwarf as Oren heads to those looking more closely at the posts. [Secret to group Dwarven: "May St. Cuthbert be with you."]
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Larmiun joins his friend. "That hot bread was very tasty. You should have ate some more." he tells to Ailishi. The "sailor" gets clost to the post, reading it. "I am in. My friends too. We need the money." He says to the man that seems to be gathering the adventurers.

One thing is sure, he won't exasperate his elders anymore. Life in the continent is not so good.

The old man squints at Larmiun, and then looking back at the others in front of him. "You or your friends good at sneaking around or using arrows and the like? There had better be a lot of bandits if there's going to be enough money to go around." he says crankily.

"And if they are few, one only has to be lucky enough to find them first." Larmiun simply shrugs.

Seralessa rushes after her friends. "Hey! You will pay next time!" They better will because she doesn't have a single piece of copper right now.

She sees they are reading something. "mmm... Time for us to finally earn some money, I guess. I don't expect to find any pirate here on land, though. Maybe bandits are not so different."

A Wood Elf wearing a Chain shirt and Large Shield bearing the symbol of Corellon Larethian walks up and examines the posting. On his hip is a Katzburger (A Longsword with a distinctive S shaped Guard and just a slight bit shorter then a standard Long Sword)

"Hmph. I'm quite likely to kill bandits anyway, might as well get paid for it."

Some inside Faerrash ignites and then fades away as he sees the elf approach.  It was too fast for him to grab hold, but it was there.  Perhaps it was something of his former life, or something to come he didn't know for sure, but it was real.  He looks over the elf and the others gathered.  There seemed to be quite a few gathered.  With all that look to be accepting the challenge there won't be much of a share on the booty.  I do hope the one who is asking for help takes that into account.

"Are you planning on eating me? I notice you were staring at me a bit....."

Himo glances up and down Faerrash

[Language unknown: "Ica asasto k nihoie no fo."] the old man mutters to himself.

With a slight giggle and a look of shame, Faerash turns back to the elf, no that was not it.  I had a flash of memory and was trying to fetch it in my memories, but alas it flitted away on wings too fast for me to catch.  I would not eat you elf.

"Nah,  I don't want to travel with a heavy stomach." He notices the faithful of St Cuthbert and decides to talk to him. "Greetings, my lord. You seem troubled even when a large group of problem solvers have gathered to your pest problem."

Velox overhead others talking about killing bandits and knew that this would be a difficult group to settle in with. He sat down for a while and bowed his head contemplating how to reconcile his beliefs in redemption and freedom with the beliefs he'd heard espoused. After a few moments he rose and remained at the ready for any movement towards the beginning of this journey.

"Fine."

Himo seems quite satisfied with the answer.

"I am Himo, servant of Corelleon Laratheian. And future slayer of bandits."

"If introductions are in order, I am Albrecht, with no specific godly affiliation," the young man responded to nobody in particular.

Tymak takes notice of the young human who addresses him after the dwarf left. He chose to speak in common this time. "Adventuring is a dangerous path. Still I miss the days when I was an adventurer. There was the thrill of the road. But I also buried many friends in those days. For every adventurer who may get to wealth and fame such as I have there are dozens who die in the halls of dungeons or in the wilds of nature."

Tymak's gaze seems to lesson in severity as he gives some advice to the young Ailishi "If the evil we suspect has returned. Beware, it will take all your power to face what is ahead. Remember Serten died the last time the evil came. He trusted in his friends, Mordenkainen and his Circle of Eight, and they chose not to stand with him at the last hour, thus he perished. Remember to choose ones friends wisely. If a friend will not stand with you on the eve of death, then they are no friend."

Ailishi nods. If he is lucky, he will be old like him, remembering his younger years where he could kill a bunch of pirates without droping a sweat.

"Honestly? When a dragon comes after us, I fully expect them to trip me so the dragon eats me and not them." He tries to put a smile on the old face. He hopes that someday, a young man will try to put a smile on his face too.

Himo nice to meet you.  I am Faerrash and though our gods may not feel affinity towards each other it will not deter me from doing what must be done here.  Faerrash doesn't name his god at this time and has no holy symbol for he isn't a holy man.

Faerrash nods towards Albrecht as well with his introduction.  The other warrior of like heart is someone he has more affinity towards.

In reply to Ailishi Urcmon (msg # 41):

Tymak looked at young Ailishi managing a small grin "There are no dragons in that area. A bit north and east in the Gnarley perhaps but not there. Some of them may do better than you expect. Good Luck."

Tymak then turns and departs the area heading back towards his house.

"Thanks Aili! I will do my best to keep up to your expectations! I am honored!" Seralessa holds her hands on her chest as she says those sweet words with the most sarcastic tone she she can develop.

"So, where do we find the viscount? He needs bandits to be killed, we need money. We can solve each other's problems."

In reply to Seralessa Vadmal (msg # 44):

Hearing the enthusiastic Seralessa as he was turning to lead Tymak points to the road. "The Viscount will see you when this is over. Follow the road south to Hommlet. There you should be able to find out from the locals where the bandits might be holed up at this time, then take out their base. Return here with the proof and the Viscount will see you." Tymak says "Oh and remember to return by the end of the season for your reward."

He then turns to return to his home.

In reply to Albrecht Delmorn (msg # 39):

"have you got any Elf lineage in you by good turn of fate?"

Albrecht turns to the elf and shakes his head. "No, both of my parents are human, as far as I know," he answered, curious as to why he asked. The young man shrugged it off, looking at the rest of what was going to be his companions for the next while. "If we will be on the road for a long time, we should make sure we have enough supplies," he stated to nobody in particular.