Pregame

As each of you are chatting with Lucy, you find she is amazing in some ways. (Elves in this world are extremely rare.)

Most people can live their entire lives and never see an elf. Sure, people have heard of them. Stories are abound but actually see one. No. But here is Lucy and she is obviously an elf. As you have seen her move, she doesn't walk she just glides with an incredible grace. She doesn't look to be a day over twenty-one but you're sure she is probably centuries old.

She dodges any question about her and if force "This is a ... " redirect comes. While talking to her, she never really gives numbers and never answers anything yes or no. It terribly makes you wonder why she is here. She is an elf! What could ever bring her to do the job that she is doing.

"That's good to hear." Roland responds with probably a bit too much enthusiasm.

"I am eager to get started, and look forward to any future opportunities."

Irwin shakes his head at Lucy’s roundabout answers, "It’s not much intel to go on but I have worked with less. We do we head out?"

After discussions with Lucy, you are eventually directed to Overseer Jargon. It is a small room but large enough to accommodate the party and Jargon. Lucy is not to be seen and only Jargon is present. This will be first time the party has really seen each other. Each of you were basically escorted here by a messenger, so each of you have arrived fairly much at the same time.

Jargon is an older man yet still active. Dressed in chain mail and the looks of a warrior. He hefty enough to wear that chain easily. Jargon has all the appearances of being someone in upper levels in the adventurer's guild. He could quite possibly be the highest here even. He seems to be in a good mood at the moment.

As all are seated and present and the pulmonarias of who is who are done, "It is a fine day that you all have arrived. As Lucy has surely informed you of the task at hand. Hopefully she answered any questions each of you have had." A person comes in and deposits two bottles on the desk near Jargon. He motions to the party as he sets up a few glasses, "Wine or Brand which ever you prefer."

He continues on as any help themselves to the drinks, "Exploration comes with its own dangers and why we give you rights to treasure found except the artifact of course. All of you are rather experienced so I have hopes for a fine ending. I will warn you that your are the second party to be sent out. The first never returned so that is to say there is most likely danger. So your actually the second party to ever have attempted the ruins even. It was only found by a lone scout that returned with very little to say other than it looked to be an ancient city of sorts. We have other information that tells of the artifact."

He seems to pause as he is expecting questions.

Doc follows the messenger to the next meeting, he slips in staying close to the door and back of the room. He quick eyes taking in the fellow adventurers, and he is quickly put at comfort by the way each holds themselves. The Gnome is of particular interested as he is dressed lightly, but Doc can sense the presence of another magic welder.

Of average height Doc was of a lean build and pale skin, his long blond hair was braided back so to stay out of his face. His clothing though well worn and had signs of battle, was clean and well maintained but not polished. If you were to watch him move none of his equipment gave off a shine nor glean, even when hit with sunlight.

As he stood straight backed and unmoving at the back of the room listening, he nods a greeting to any whom looked his way.

Jeurgen pours himself an oversized glass of brandy and downs it just as quickly, before looking around "Looks like its just us, what are we waiting for. Golds not gonna walk into me sack on its own! Lets do this!"

Doc’s interest is pecked a little by mention of the artifact, "What is this other news? We have been given very little intel this far."

"I'm eager to get to this! Big deeds to be done, and Joran the Giant is the one to do them! I assume these small fries you've paired me with here have their own skills to provide."

"We know what the artifact in question is, we know there's danger, and we know anything we find that isn't the artifact is fair game," Nara summarises the meeting. "Well, we certainly aren't getting any closer to finding the artifact sitting around here."

"Spoken like a man of action!" Says Jeurgan snatching up the bottle of brandy and raising it, "So Jargon, you got us a map or guide, I think kids are ready for road trip."

Seeing that the party wishes to get on with it, Jargon takes out a map for the party. Marked on it is the ruins. It is roughly four days march to the north and that is all forest. "This is where you will find the artifact at. I may take a while of searching. I suspect you will want to be heading out tomorrow. The tavern below here is a fine place to meet at."

Looking a little torn between tavern time and adventure, Jeurgen stands stunned for a moment before drinking straight from the brandy bottle. He stands in award silence and just looks at the gathered heroes waiting for someone to speak up.

"As much as I want to get moving as soon as possible," Nara says aloud, "I think we would all do well to get a full night's sleep and start off on a full belly. To that end, I humbly suggest no one goes overboard tonight. No one wants to be stumbling due to tiredness or drunkeness on the paths tomorrow."

Unsure of what to expect going into all of this, Roland is relieved to find that all of the others appear both eager to act and capable of handling themselves if needed. And while his militant background has prepared him for carrying out missions with very little intelligence, the vagueness of this current task isn't filling him with confidence.

"I agree." he responds to Nara's idea.

"Best to get moving at first light, make the most of the day before having to camp for the evening. Might mean one less night out in the wilderness."

The cleric stands to look over the map and studies it for moment before asking Jargon...

"Anything along the way we should be aware of as far as terrain?"

Jargon replies back "New unexplored lands. Only thing we noted is there no attacks coming from it."

Just as useful as the elf.

Roland takes in a deep breath and lets out a slow exhale.

"I have nothing further then. I guess it's time to hit the tavern."

As the meeting appears to come to an end, Jargon suggest you should prepare yourselves and meet in the tavern as tomorrow will be busy.

Roland will invite the others to join him as he heads over to the tavern.

"May as well get a bite to eat together before resting for the evening."

Joran looks left and right at the others, "Aye, I wouldn't be opposed to a bite to eat-- a big man like me has a big appetite to match, after all!"

Joran looks about again, "And, er- not to be indelicate, but what is it all of you DO here? Might be important before going into danger to know what our speshialties are, wouldn't you say?"