"A group of travelers", thought Matteo spotting several figures and a small cart down the trail. "By Cobbob's left earring, what a piece of luck!". The pace hastened by renewed hope, he approached the local dwellers. They were escorting that young kid somewhere and maybe fell prey of the brigands, decided noticing the empty cart. "Hail, travelers", greeted calmly, "I'm a foreigner and looks like I lost my path. I was headed to the city of Kamdrogh in search of a job. Could you be so kind to put me on the right way"?
Avan has his bow ready, but not aimed. Satisfied that it's a person approaching, rather than an animal of some kind, he thought it best not to threaten the competition, lest they strike in revenge.
When the stranger speaks, Avan is surprised that it's not a competing merchant. He points away from the direction they were travelling and replies "Kamdrogh is that way. However, we have a potentially lucrative mission, depending on what skills you can bring us."
"Skills? Any kind of skill you may need, good Sir", replied Matteo with an exagerated bow. "I would do anything to rise some coins. Confidentially speaking, I find myself a little bit run down at the moment", added then while poking the coin pouch with his left hand. "So, where do we have to escort this little guy here? Noble kin, I suppose...".
"No, we're on the hunt. I can't tell you much yet." replies Avan. "What I meant by skills, is, what are you best at? I am a deadeye with a bow, and Asthelion here, slashes expertly with his daggers. Say, are you any good with treating poisons, or perhaps you can find things which are hard to spot?"
"Alas, I know very little about poisons Sir. But I can handle a dagger if required. Mainly, I amuse myself with trinkets and little tricks", ejaculated Matteo with a warm smile. "I have a proposal", added then more seriously, "Let me take part in this...hunt of Yours. At the end of the day, if my presence will result of no use for this task, I'll find my way back without advancing any request".
In Character:: Felipe observes the person and he has this feeling that this person will be good enough for the party and will be a great help. He says to Matteo.
"Hello, there, what is your name?" He says, this time he is watching the person's actions and behavior.
The party takes in a new member and moves on towards the nest. They are able to secure the wagon and mules a little ways off the path, then continue on foot.
The halfling dog tamer raises his hand suddenly (in a STOP motion), "This is it, they are down a tunnel just in those trees."
You look where he is pointing and see a tangled mass of roots where three large trees sit very close, growing intertwined by another.
GM note: Current time 9:30 am (approximately)
Edited: Oliron on 4th Oct, 2012 - 12:14am
"Names, names. Names are not so important, good Sir, moreover I have the annoying habit of forgetting them. Please forgive me if it will ever happen", he answered. "You can call me Quasar, like many did before you" (Matteo still doesn't trust the party and doesn't want to disclose his real name). Then, seeing that the halfling is pointing at a bundle of roots, his expression changes in genuine surprise. "By the dirt gathered under Boccob's footnails!", he explodes. "I thought we were chasing the bandits that robbed you! But that's undoubtly a lair! Which kind of beasts are we after?".