Right across the street from the Yawning Portal Tavern is the Green Dragon Inn. A place where you can actually get some sleep compared to the Tavern, which is 24 hours full tilt rowdy. Not the Green Dragon, it's for sophisticated folk. And that's where you've been invited to meet a wizardly old man calling himself Hal.

"Welcome friends! I have a grand business proposition for you. I've sent this letter to lots of interesting adventurer folk, and you're the ones that showed up. Most visitors to the Yawning Portal are content to swap stories by the hearth, but sometimes a group driven by greed, ambition, or desperation pays the toll for entry and descends the well.

"Most don’t survive to make the return trip, but enough come back with riches and tales of adventure to tempt other groups into trying their luck...and that's us friends! I have some magic potions that will automagically make you powerful enough to succeed in whatever path you take down in the dungeon. All I need from you is for you to do it! Please, teamwork makes the dreamwork, get to know each other."

Jhank eyes the room and quietly finishes her tankard she ordered the moment she came to meet Hal, making a disgusted face as the beer tastes like it has actual quality to it. Grumbling something unintelligible Jhank sticks out a clawed hand stiffly to what she guessed was a Human man, ''Jhank,'' she mutters, making herself appear to have the social skills of a vole.
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Devan whistles as the old wizard reveals the magic potions,"I've never heard of such potions, could this be a new line of products or some sort of ancient conspiracy. Best make a note of that." he mutters to himself, jotting down ancient and secret magic potions on his notepad. Devan came in this tavern an hour earlier, mostly to gain insights on any passing adventurers. He was very interested in Jhank's past, but all he got was her name and a bunch of grunts and hisses. So he wrote her down as a unsociable ally but her origins could possibly come from one of the Lizardfolk tribes of the High Forest or other Lizardfolk inhabited swamps,"Anyways, my name is Devan, Devan Crier at your survive. Now would you say that your secretly a masked Lord or are you a leader of a secret cult." he says inquisitively to Hal.

Littlejohn grins cheerfully as he greets everyone. "Me Littlejohn Greenleaf." Then continues in the tone of someone reciting a memorized line. "Pleased to meet you."

A look of confusion briefly crosses his face as Hal speaks. "Um, what you want us to do?" He asks Hal.

When Devan whistles he tenses up then quickly knocks three times on the table then asks; "What secrets?"

" The juicy and scandalous kind, my friend. Their everywhere yet also nowhere." Devan responds to Littlejohn, he surmise that the big fellow was simple minded but the jovial, at least that's what he describe  him in his notes,"I'm the type that likes to bury my nose in those kinds of secrets. For no particular reason, of course, just adventuring habit and what not." he says, looking somewhat shifty-eyed when he said that,"Anyways, it's nothing to worry about. I just believe that theirs a story to tell with the goals of our employer."

"Ahh good questions, Devan. This is purely off the record right? Bahhh, I'm kidding. No one reads your paper anyway. Bahhhhh I'm kidding." Hal grins and that's his only answers to the unofficial interview.

"Mr. Greenleaf I want you to enter the Yawning Portal and succeed in whatever dungeon you choose, and reap the fame and glory. I guarantee you, drink my magic potions once you enter, and you will be quite powerful enough to survive and thrive!"

He strokes his beard and glances out the window at the moon. "Hmmm, we're still waiting on at least one more. Once that adventurer arrives you can head on over to the Tavern...oh, perhaps you wanna share with each other what your skills are? I'm not the best strategist, I didn't pay much attention to making sure you all complement each other."

''How come yer so keen on ''helping'' us?'' Jhank questioned suspiciously, sniffing the air, looking rather intimidating with her arms crossed,  ''and what's in those poitions?''
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"I'm friggin' bored, that's why. Just kiddin'! I want 10% of your earnings. Now I've sent out invitations to all sorts of adventurers and you're the ones who showed up, so I assume you're interested in fame and glory. If you aren't, I suggest you leave."

He runs his finger around the table and mumbles some arcane sounding words and a minor illusion of a marijuana, tobacco and cocaine plant appears. "The potions are all natural marijuana, tobacco and cocaine. I'm kiddin'!" And he doesn't tell what's actually in it.

Jhank snorts and orders her third beer. Thinking to herself maybe the boss isn't so bad after seeing the mirages.