Daine shakes his in head in wonder as yet another person asks to join his party.
"My profession requires me to be one with the crowd...just another face", he muses, "and yet every time I turn around another person is asking me if they accompany me! More signs that I fail as a rogue I suppose..."
He then addresses the half elf.
"Hail, Avan! It amuses me that you are so willing to trust yourself in the presence of strangers so quickly, but if it is a group you need, I see no reason for you not to tag along."
While he says this though, his words are not completely felt. Daine is uneasy of the man, mainly for the worshiping of a known evil deity. Daine however shrugs it off for the time being and holds his tongue on the matter.
Daine now addresses the group as a whole.
"It appears that the reason we were unsuccessful in our search was because a group of adventurers like ourselves have gone on ahead of us, performing the very same task we seeked to perform. That being said, we now have two choices: We could head north, and march for days to catch up to these men, and perhaps accompany them. There's always strength in numbers, but they may not necessarily want our company. For those of you concerned about money and loot, it also means less of the pie if you know what I mean. The second choice would be to set our own path, and head south. There is no guarantee of any orcs in that direction, but at least we will have first dibs on anything we encounter, and the rewards will be greater. What do you men think we should do?"
Daine crosses his arms and wait for the men to speak.
Out of Character:: A reminder to those in my party: I am lawful good, and tend to have issues with those of evil alignment or those who worship evil deities. While it will not be an issue now or in the very near future, soon enough you will find that that will change.
Oliron looks around the the stunned faces of his comrades. He wonders if maybe they have bitten off more then they can chew this time. Oliron feels no fear but does not want to have the other party members blood on his hands.
Olion says nothing but turns his mount around. He motions to the others to do the same.
Draknell eyes the newcomer giving more attention than he usually does to anything. Keeping his thoughts to himself he opens with a simple "Hello" and an outstreched hand. Turning to Daine he says, "I think it would be best to go South." and then he suprisingly shuts up for once.
"Duly noted, Daine, but groups form and dissipate as the tides ebb and flow. You can take my word for it that being lawful I will follow legitimate orders to my utmost ability. As for the direction to head, south sounds better for now."
Shaking his head wildly, Draknell clears his thoughts. "I notice you are not armed with a melee weapon, if you desire one I will give you what coin I have to spare," Draknell says holding out 6 GP, "it isn't much, but a backup weapon is always a must." Quickly forgetting his thoughts Draknell lightens up to the fellow as he always does to everyone. "I don't believe I told you my name, Draknell, Draknell Searblade, Mercenary Cleric of Heironeous at your service!"
I think it would be a good idea for you to buy some kind of melee weapon, if only a dagger, the 6 GP is yours if you want it. My character is very hyper as you probably can tell so you might want to get used to his blabbing.
Oliron arrives back in town, defeated.
He spots some new adventurers talking with one another on his way to the tavern.
Oliron can hear the ale calling his name. He ties Jonas and horse outside, getting a drink or four.
Oliron exits the tavern abruptly sometime later. He looks like he has been slapped in the face.
Oliron meanders over to Jonas and plops down into his cart laughing. He procures a bottle from somewhere under him. Giving salute to some invisible friend Oliron takes a bold swig.
"I think I'm getting the hand of this.", he says to the air.
Oliron slumps back in the cart, soon to be fully sedated.