Yes.

You have no idea of what you are getting yourself into, but after a few moments of thought you figure what the hell. “You have a deal.” Rising you take his hand and shake it as you answer.

“Good to hear, my name is Daratus by the way. Come over to our table I will buy you a drink and introduce you to the guys.” You follow him over across the room to a round table with two other men sitting there with big mugs of ale. He points to the one on the left. He is built like a runner, long and lean, with dark but not black skin, middle eastern perhaps, with black hair and dark brown eyes. He is wearing a suit of plate mail armor that has a white cloth draped over it with a red symbol of a pair of eyes in the center of a sun on the chest. You can see two weapons, a curved sword, scimitar you think, at his waist and a big crossbow sitting against the wall beside him sitting next to a large kite shaped shield. “This is Vashti.”

Vashti holds out his hand for you, his grip is strong and he says, “The goddess says you will be exactly what we need. I am pleased to meet you.”

“The name is Lexi, the pleasure is mine.”

Then he points at the other man, a slim man dressed entirely in several layers of robes. If there is armor under there you can't see it. He has a mop of short brown hair sticking out the sides of a floppy wide flat hat, plus a goatee. His features are a bit wide, but not fat, and his rather large mouth is smiling showing off perfect teeth. “I am called Wardren. Lovely to meet you Lexi.” He says tipping his head, but he doesn't offer his hand, or stand up.

Daratus pulls out a chair for you and waits to sit till you are seated. Once you both down, he calls over the serving boy and gets you a drink. The four of you sit there drinking and chatting about basically nothing. They let you in on the details of what you are going to be doing. It seems some murder or madman or whatever is holed up in an old crypt roughly 4 days travel to the west. They are to bring him in alive or dead, for his crimes. Vashti is a priest of the goddess of the sun, fire, and beauty. He can apparently heal and bring down holy fire to smite his enemies. Wardren is a wizard of some sort. He basically denies being powerful, but both of the others seem pretty impressed with his magic. His specialty seems to be in making people either weaker or more powerful. You don't get exactly how that works, but he seems to have limited control over luck, or fate, or time itself. In conversation he comments you rarely see the effect of his magic, but they all agree that having him around makes everything easier. He also has several direct spells that either blast his enemies or block attacks as well. Last but not least is Daratus. He is much easier to read. He is a master of weapons and combat. He has served in several military campaigns before becoming the lawman of sorts that he is now. You also find out that he is not just a bounty hunter, he is sanctioned by a king around here. His word seems to carry a lot of pull with all of the local rulers in every city around. All the while you listen and tell some tales that are sort of bullshit, sure but they sound good, and as you talk the stories seem to take on a life of their own till you are almost convinced that they did happen. Not to you exactly but it is almost like you are remembering the past of this body. It is all very strange, and if you weren't getting more and more drunk you might be worried, or think you were going crazy.

Finally they all agree that it will be best if you all set out tomorrow morning. They let you know that a horse will be provided to you for the trip. Then they excuse themselves so they can finish everything they need to do to get ready. This means you have the rest of the day to do whatever you want, but that said you are now drunk as fuck. Thinking about it, all you really want to do now is fuck and take a nap. Then as if in answer to your request you feel a hand on your ass, “Hey there sexy. Want to go up to my room and fuck?” Turning you look to see who it is.