Roland rings a bell, and nods, "Well said, my noble friends. You will leave tomorrow, but there is yet a little business that can be finished while you wait in comfort. The plan precedes like so: I have arranged a few distractions for those who would work against us."
Loren returns, and approaches Roland's chair. "See to it that the guests' drinks are refreshed. Send in the mage, and prepare the messengers. All five will be going.
"There is one precaution that I will be taking, and that is a mage-oath by each member to swear against any sort of treason against our fellowship. It will be a simple oath to keep, it will only have any reprecussions if one of you tries to steal a weapon which you do not claim."
After the servants refill the drinks, a short, bespectacled man enters the room, and silently hands Roland an ornate wooden box. He is dressed in fine robes, and stands waiting behind Roland. Roland opens the box, and explains, "If you wish to join the expedition, simply remove an item from the box, and claim the weapon of your choice.
"I am Roland Shadowlark, and I claim Whelm." Roland withdraws a small leather sack, and brings the box to the next adventurer at the table.