The little village was bustling with life, people milling all around the markets.
“For a town this small, there are sure a lot of people.” A dark skinned elf commented as he and 3 other elves entered the village. A redheaded elf lead the group, chuckling at her companions remark.
“Its close enough to the Inquisition’s stronghold that trade is booming, and people feel relatively safe.” She commented, adjusting her staff on her back. “Lots of them are here for the same reason we are: potential employment.”
This group of elves was, in fact, a mercenary group, hoping to be of use to the powerful Inquisition. The company had just lost a sizable number of members, and they were hoping to find recruits as well as gold. Daeris, a dalish mage lead the group, followed loyally by her childhood friend, a warrior named Thannor. Lalvon and Celegil, twin rouges from the alienages in Kirkwall, were the remaining members, and always playing tricks.
“I say we stop for the night, and continue tomorrow at dawn. It’ll be dark soon, and I don’t fancy traveling at night without a mount.” Thannor said, eyeing a nearby tavern. The twins caught on immediately, and voiced their assent, leaving Daeris to only groan and go along with her friends.
Once settled in the tavern with a pint in their hands, the elves were glad for a warm shelter and food and drink for their bellies. Daeris was sitting alone, observing the room, when a very pale elf caught her eye.
