A short, pock-marked man enters the tavern. You can tell by his dress, mannerisms, and odor that he is more used to the outdoors than the cradle of civilization that is Daunton. He squints and looks around the room, appraising its inhabitants. Apparently he’s satisfied by what he sees, for he clears his throat, spits the offending phlegm on the floor, and announces the following:
“Name’s Yelder. If any of you lot are interested in killing some goblins and earning some coin, talk to me. But first, a drink. I’m parched.”
[sblock=recruitment]I’m recruiting for a relatively short adventure in the delightful rural countryside. I’m looking for a mostly-balanced party of 5-6 characters of levels 1-3 (convenient, that). I don’t care if you’re fully approved, but you should have at least submitted your character for approval. If you’re interested, then please post your class and level. Also, you might buy Yelder a drink. He’s traveled a long way to get here.[/sblock]