As you enter the tavern, you notice a cloaked figure in the corner of the room. It's hard to be sure, but you could swear they just nodded at you. Knight leads you towards a round table and as everyone sits down, the bar keep shouts "you have to order something if you're gonna sit there folks!"
Knight calls back to the bar keep "a pitcher of ale and five mugs, my good man!"
As you wait for your drinks, you look around the table. To your left is the leader of your company, Walter Knight, or as he prefers to be called, Knight. Knight stands at an intimidating 6'2 and has a large muscular frame. He has short blond hair and blue eyes and is sitting up straight, waiting patiently. Knight glances fondly to his left and your attention shifts to Blair.
Blair is the expert hunter of the group, keeping everyone fed as well as safe whenever you venture into the wild. Blair loves to indulge with tales of the monsters she's hunted, she even claims to have saved Knight when they first met. She has her chair facing backwards and leans slightly forward. Blair has a long and lean build which is evident as her left arm wraps around the back of her chair. Her right hand brushes a loose strand of her shoulder length dark brown hair back into place. Her jade green eyes scan the room as Blair is always on the lookout.
Arthur is sitting across from you, his hazel eyes looking down at his open spell book as usual. Your eyes a drawn to his dirty blond hair that falls to the base of his neck as you wonder what Knight sees in him. Sure his magic is quite usefull, but he seems to have no loyalty to anyone but Knight. Sometimes you wonder if his attitude is just a result of stress caused bu great power, or if he really doesn't care.
Emily sits to your right with her feet resting on th table as she leans back in her chair, hands laced behind her wavy red hair. Her short stature makes this balancing act that would be difficult for most. As a rogue, Emily is a skilled acrobat and quite stealthy. While Knight dissaproves of stealing, even he can't deny the usefulness of her skills. Her blue gray eyes are looking behind the bar, probably for the most valuable bottle. You find yourself looking down at the table, thinking of how her eyes remind you of the sky just after a storm, calming and comforting.
You train of thought is interrupted as the bar keep delivers your drinks and Knight pays him. Everyone takes a sip of ale and you brake the silence, asking "is it just me, or us that woman in the cloak over there watching us?" Some how she must have heard you because she is now walking toward your table, reaching into her cloak. You look at your companions and..
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