The next day, after several hours of walking, the recruits and their escort come to a great wooden gate. A crudely painted sign, labelled 'New Holyhall' is there. Standing to meet them is a group led by an old man dressed in rich clothing, and with long flowing white hair. He strides forward to meet them. "Sir Helm! You're here! And Lord Ventruli! I'm happy that you are safe!" Helm steps off his horse, and then embraces the man.
Glancing at the other people there, the recruits see they are an ogre wearing a bearskin cloak, and carrying a heavily engraved greataxe, two individuals wearing heavy black robes, their heads covered by cloth masks, a handsome dark-haired man clad in white silk, whose face has been powdered, and whose lips have been rouged, who has two young men in similar attire standing behind him, three tall Syrans clad in armor, a woman who looks to be of the same race as the man in white silk, but clad in heavy grey robes and carrying a flail at her side, and a man and a woman who appear to be related, with fiery red hair, clad in motley robes that appear to have been heavily patched.
