Barixius

As you come to Hope's Hands to deposite some of your gains, you hear a soft voice "Barixius, my dear," You look up a little surprised and see the small, fragile figure of Grandma Tilly smiling at you with her usual warm smile "You know you don't need to come in the dead of morning to make donations. The kids would love to meet the man that has been giving them a warmer life."

"And what would my children be without the generosity of people like you, my dear?" She shuffles forward and takes your hand in hers, you're careful not to squeeze too hard. "They do not see your deeds behind closed doors and you needn't discuss them; they see the toys you bring to bring them enjoyment, the new clothes to replace when their old ones get holes, or coin to keep them well-fed and well cared for. Do you think that is not a role model quality?"

"I managed to get something for you, hopefully you go and see what it is. Maybe it will help you with seeing that you aren't a bad person." She pulls a paper out from her dress and holds it forward for you.

You make your way and find some breakfast, eating as you make your way to the docks. As you near the docks you see quite the group. Six people have gathered of varying races, all waiting for further instruction; some more reserved than others. You see a human male, an elven female, a male dwarf, a female dragonborn, a female dwarf, and a female halfling.

Only three share the same armament, the rest come from all different walks of life.