A notice by a group of adventurers looking for extra muscle

Your luck holds up, it looks like there is a group of adventurers already heading to Kazgul’s Hold, and they just so happen to be looking to hire on extra muscle. You more than fit that job description at least.

You enter the cramped local tavern you are able to quickly spot the adventuring party. They stand out almost as much as you do, and there are three of them.

• Lirien, a slender half-elf bard with cascading auburn hair and mischievous green eyes. She strums a lute idly, her leather tunic hugging her curves. A faint scent of jasmine wafts from her, and her lips curl into a playful smirk as she notices you.
• Korvax, a stocky orc warrior with mottled green skin and a chipped tusk. He’s clad in patchy chainmail, a massive warhammer slung across his back. He grunts as he sharpens a dagger, his dark eyes flicking up to size you up.
• Sylvara, a tiefling sorceress with violet skin and curling black horns and matching black hair. Her tail flicks lazily behind her as she leans against the board, a tome floating beside her, its pages turning on their own. Her amber eyes meet yours, and a spark of interest flashes between you and you notice the faint glimmer of tiny red scales covering parts of her skin. There is no doubt she is a draconic bloodline sorcerer.

Lirien is the first to speak, her voice lilting and teasing. “Well, well, look what the wind dragged in. You’re a big one, aren’t you? What’s your name, stranger, and what brings you to this dusty pit?”