Weel Naxel, human cleric
A broad-shouldered young man enters the Inn. His clearly-new-and-polished armor points to his inexperience, and honestly he looks a little more like a farm-hand playing dress-up than a warrior of any type, but the symbol of Phyrah hanging from his neck speaks to perhaps some ecclesiastical training, at least.
He looks around, clearly lost, then finally gives up and tracks down the Innkeep, asking "Pardon me, but I'm looking for some people I'm meant to meet. Octavio, William, Phelan, Jinx, and Ale. No, wait ... Tankard. I got that mixed up because ale sometimes comes in ..."
The young man takes a deep breath, recovering from his embarrassment. "They're adventurers connected with someone named Thargon?"
A broad-shouldered young man enters the Inn. His clearly-new-and-polished armor points to his inexperience, and honestly he looks a little more like a farm-hand playing dress-up than a warrior of any type, but the symbol of Phyrah hanging from his neck speaks to perhaps some ecclesiastical training, at least.
He looks around, clearly lost, then finally gives up and tracks down the Innkeep, asking "Pardon me, but I'm looking for some people I'm meant to meet. Octavio, William, Phelan, Jinx, and Ale. No, wait ... Tankard. I got that mixed up because ale sometimes comes in ..."
The young man takes a deep breath, recovering from his embarrassment. "They're adventurers connected with someone named Thargon?"