He wipes his beard and then moves over to the eladrin and introduces himself "Hello there lass. I am Knoepf. You mentioned something about a killer. Yes...he, she or it must be stopped." He tries to reach over to grab the note of the bar, but his large frame gets in the way. He looks to the eladrin with a big smile on his face, "Uh...could you be so kind to grab the note so that I can take a look?" After looking at the note he then turns to the eladrin. "Yes...this evil must be stopped! Looks like we are going to be working together on this one. What is your name and what do you bring to the table?"
"My name is Tirial, I'm glad you feel this way to stop the killer. I am a skilled hunter, my bow and I have seen our fair share of battles. Yourself?" the eladrin asks
"I have seen many battles as well. As a servent of the Church of the Silver Flame (cluching his wooden staff with a silver top). I have sworn an oath to destroy all forms of evil. Although I rarely engage in physical combat with the enemy, I take great pride in my abilities to heal and assist those, such as yourself, who do." Knoepf gives the eladrin a warm friendly smile.
"Can I buy you a beverage of your choice Tirial, master of the bow? My church does allow me to enjoy a fine pint of ale from time to time, and I think that a good time for one is now." Knoepf motions the barkeep over.
"You are wise not to fight the enemy physically, it only brings pain" she adds, her eyes misting over for a second, then just as quickly she blinks away the tears and has a cold smile on her face.
"Ma greetin's ta ya' sir Vok, a pleasure to make yar acquittance." says Hasifar with a flourish bow, waving his straw hat around.
"Well met as well Hasifar, although I must say I am no knight, so sir isn't necessary. What brings you to this fine place on such a dreary night?" the half-elf asks, extending his hand in greeting.
The large goliath strides forward, his large legs easily crossing the distance to the dwarf from the dartboard in only a few steps. His scale armor is a deep crimson colour and more than a few scrapes and scratches mar the protective device. He stands next to the dwarf, "My name is Boruuk, I would like to join you if you will have me. I can not handle the a bow, nor can I shoot lightning, but I can hew most things with this. " he says, gesturing to his greataxe with the well worn grip at his back.