Sirraah

You're awaken by a loud burst of a horn fan fare, one you've heard before at your stay at the Gilded Grave but only for important matters. You awake to find Hames standing near the door with a table set up, it is barren aside from a small stack of papers that sit on the edge, near the exit.

Hames calls out in his booming voice "If I call your name! Come up, take a single piece, and exit! Go to the appointed location given on the sheet!"

He begins calling out names, as he nears the end, he calls a third one; the guy is still half asleep. As he reaches for a paper, he ends up bumping into the table, making a wood scrape echo through the quite dorm "Markos! Return the table back to it's original resting position! Then place your now forfeit paper back to it's resting position! After 25 push-ups, you will be on bathroom duty!" He calls another name, the guy very cautious not to mess up like the last, retreives the paper and exits.

"It would seem we have an opening in this endevor!" He picks up a board that has a paper stuck to it and flips over to a second page, looking it over for a moment "Sirraah! It's your lucky day! Retreive the final paper and exit! Go to the appointed location given on the sheet!"

As you begin your walk to the docks, you see the others who left before you all following behind one another as you are to them, a small distanced between each of you. As you begin to near the docks, you see the first member that left, you know him to be the longest standing member; he is currently at ease and, what you assume, waiting patiently for this Ovlet. You see the other two follow his lead.

Wisym Gare ignores your questioning, still standing as he was trained. The other two do as well, but the dwarf has a weaker will and burst "Obviously, we're here same as ya, got the same letter as ya. Meese are at Meese, ya daft bird brain, and whatever it is we're being sent ta kill."