Approach the adventurers

Standing, you return your bowl to Gorto with a nod of thanks, and head over to the adventurers' table. As you approach, you can overhear the last of their conversation.

"Look, if it's not around here we're completely out of - hello? Can I help you?" one of the men asks, cutting himself off and giving you a not entirely friendly look up and down.

You smile, trying to set them at ease, and hold out your hands. Now that you're closer, you take stock of the group: the man who was speaking is a lean, dark-skinned fellow wearing simple, if well-cut, clothing, a chain shirt, and close-cropped hair; the other man is a fair-skinned, square-jawed, broad-shouldered tank of a man clad entirely in plate mail. The two women are a study in contrasts: one, tanned and muscular, wears a breastplate and has a truly enormous sword sheathed on her back, and has dyed (you assume) magenta hair, while the other is a curvaceous, soft-looking blonde woman with an easy smile and green eyes. The blonde is wearing a low-cut yellow robe, and you feel your cock twitch in appreciation as she leans forward on the table, both getting a better look at you and giving you a better look at her assets.

"I don't want any trouble," you say easily. "I'm just looking for some work. I suspect we're in the same line of business - that is, adventuring?" The group glances at one another briefly and the dark-skinned man, clearly the leader, gives you a curt nod. "Well, I've been stuck in this town for a few weeks now, looking for work. If you're leaving town - or, seven hells, if you're staying in town but looking for some sort of treasure around here - I want to help. {if Fighter = True}I'm a very capable swordsman{elseif Rogue=True}I've got all sorts of handy skills, including trapfinding,{elseif Bard = True}I'm a bard! Always good to have around;{elseif Cleric = True}As you can see, I'm a servant of Festundi,{elseif Wizard = True}I'm," (and here you lower your voice, just to be safe) "I'm a very capable mage,{endif} and I've got some experience in this sort of thing. What do you say? There's safety in numbers, after all."

"Thanks, but we got all the numbers we need," the magenta-haired woman says curtly. The leader nods at you dismissively, and turns back toward the table. Looks like they're not very interested in a fifth...