Meet the others.

You cross your arms and lean on a nearby wall, examining your environment while waiting for the tiefling woman, Daseil, to return. The gates aren't your favorite part of town, too much grime and poverty, but thankfully you won't have to stay for long.

She returns moments later, leading a pair of horses by the bridle. Two men follow behind her, a second tiefling, tall and slim, and a dwarf with a stoic expression. The tiefling has an elegant rapier on his hip, matching the silver breastplate over his chest. The dwarf is wearing so much plate he's barely recognizable.

Daseil stops before you, hands on hips with a big grin on her lips.

"Vithe, meet Thyros and Flint." She gestures to the each of them in turn, pointing out the tiefling man with Thryos, and the dwarf with Flint.

"The goons I told you about." Giving another grin, she steps aside as the two men approach. Thyros holds out a hand for you to shake, which you take gracefully. When he speaks, his voice is mischievous like Daseil's, though clearly good humored.

"I hope Das here hasn't given us a bad reputation. Thyros Xarnon, at your service. Don't mind the dwarf, he's just here to look menacing."

The dwarf grunts, but makes no other movement. Thyros looks from you to the pair of horses, then back to you.

"Can't wait to see you in action, Miss Vithe, I believe?"

You nod. He's a full head taller than you, but you don't let that detract from the commanding presence you radiate. Marching past him to the horses, you wordlessly sling your bag over the saddle and haul yourself up into a riding position.

"I was told time was important. We should be moving."

"Right you are witch!" Daseil releases the bridles and moves to load her own gear, exchanging a glance with Thyros, who kicks Flint the dwarf in the back and begins to prepare himself.