Pregame

"I'm pretty stealthy, know my way around a lock, and can be a fairly relentless fighter," Nara says as he prepares to head to dinner. "I'm also reasonably comfortable out in the wilds."

"Im pretty good at making teacups!" Says Jeurgen with hearty laugh

"I am a cleric of the Temple of the God of War, who proudly serves as a soldier in this name." Roland recites his well practiced introduction, before toning back the formality a touch reminding himself that he's not on official temple business.

"I'm good in a fight and can share Tempus' blessings with those he deems worthy. "

A slight smile forms on his lips...

"I'm also very hungry. Tonight's meal and the first couple of rounds are on me!"

"Excellent! Good to have someone whose in with the powers up above along, I'd say! As for myself, I mostly blow things up." Joran gestures at the wand at his side to indicate he means through magical means, "Also- I am an absolute expert at pitching a tent-- I'll gladly handle those duties most nights!"

Joran takes a swig of his drink before adding, "In addition to my obvious advantage in height, of course!"

Happy to be away from the meeting Doc follows the group taking in the details of the conversation. As he tends to do he let them speak until it was obvious that it was his time. "I appreciate the ale and food . . . Roland?" His voice is confident with just enough volume to be heard. "I am Irwin Wade former military scout and field medic, now adventurer. I do well enough in tracking, living off the land and will defend myself as required, but I prefer the arts of healing to killing." He stops there, smiles warmly at the group before taking a swig of ale.

After a pregnant pause you realise he has done speaking.

"I can think of many situations where your height would be of great benefit; especially during a battle." Roland responds to Joran. "And while I appreciate your enthusiasm for constructing a tent, I'm a bit picky when it comes to handling my gear."

The cleric's ears perk up when he hears Irwin mention that he was former military.

"Another healer in our ranks, and one with military training as well! I feel sorry for those who might oppose us." he laughs, raising his tankard.

Irwin returns a a good humoured smile to Roland and raises his tankard, "You can never have to many medics is a motto I always carried, especially in the company of men at arms." His eyes drift to Jeurgen and his smile broadens as the takes a long draft of ale.

As he lowers his tankard Irwin’s eyes shift to Nara, "You and I seem well suited to scout, and seems we will not got hungry in the woods."

Jeurgen returns Docs grin and guzzles his brew like a hungry pig. He tosses his Tankard in the air and hollers, "More mead for everyone! It's on me... and the ceiling!"

Nara nods at Doc's observation. "Agreed. Nature often provides great bounty if one knows what to look for... and considering the danger this job seems to entail, the last thing I want is to fail because of starvation. I'd rather not die, but if fate decrees it is my time, I would like to die in a manner worthy of being told in story. Certainly not..."

His voice trails off and he shrugs, pushing a bite across his plate before stabbing it with a fork.

"Dying for someone else to gain power." Irwin finishes Nara sentence. "Better off dying on your own terms." Irwin raises his tankard to his new companions and takes a long draft.

"I was actually thinking, 'dying in possibly the most embarassing way imaginable,' but we can go with what you said," Nara chuckles lightly, drinking from his glass of water before returning his focus to his plate.

Irwin smiles at Nara’s comment and those with him see his face noticeably relax, "It seems to be my round." He raises a hand calling a barmaid over . . .

"That does it for me tonight, Lads." Roland says, slamming his empty tankard onto the table. "Any more and I'll be of very little use in the morning."

Pushing himself away from the table he tosses more than enough coin down to cover the food and the first round.

"Going to find someplace to lay my head down and I'll see you all in the morning."

Irwin nods goodnight to Roland and finishes his latest ale, he looks around the group, "One more for me and then off to my bunk."

Nara finishes his food and water. "I'll see everyone bright and early." With that, he retires for the night.