The two dwarves, a gnome, and an odd elf. Jhary watched in curiosity as the funny foursome were hired by the wizard.
He hatched a plan.
Even in his early years he was convinced he came from somewhere else.
Now in his fourth , all the short guy could remember were the streets of the City State of the Invincible Overlord and how to play the zither.
Nobody had to get hurt. Jhary needed to get out and the perfect opportunity presented itself. And the promise of treasures to be found, magic to be learned? Jhary was in whether he was technically supposed to be there or not.
And so he followed the four. It was hard, but he held fast to the name of the wizard. He'd heard the gnome say it, the dwarves too.
Weeland.
It was difficult to keep up, but luckily the elf kept talking to every passerby along the road. Jhary kept a reasonable distance, but kept his ears peeled for details as he scribbled a note on some parchment in the woods.
This'll have to do, he thought.
He rolled up the paper, sealing it with a bit of melted wax, in which he attempted to scribble ah official looking insignia. Something with a W…
Adventurers, the note read, please admit Jhary to your company. He was late in coming to the meeting, but is nonetheless an essential component in recovering my precious obsidian raven.
Please allow Mister O Connah to inspect any and all further expensive objects as I have recently acquired a bit more sentimentality and a few more spots upon my mantle piece.
Exceptionally sorry for the inconvenience. Best regards and thanks for compliance with three addendums to your contacted service.
Yours truly,
Weleand
Jhary O Connah crouched in the sparse forest near the town. He shivered, daring not light a fire because of the bug bears he'd spotted. Not to mention the big flying thing over head.
Not long now and straight into the tavern and at them Jhary… You've nothing to hide really… The wizard would've hired you if he'd known anyway… Just nod and smile with confidence.
Bright and early, as soon as the inn opens its doors, Jhary is there in the center of the room, at a table, eagerly awaiting a free breakfast.
He waves a piece of parchment rolled into a scroll. It bears a shiny sort of wax seal.
He grins wide and motions for the two dwarves, the elf, and the gnome to join him.
Hello friends! Weleand sends word, he shouts to the four.
He holds a bit of cheese in his other hand, feeding it to a tiny white mouse in his pocket. It's okay, Kitty, we've got this... he says quietly to the rodent.
(OOC: Thanks for letting me jump in late with a slightly unorthodox character. I got pre-aproval on most of this stuff from the DM. Cheers! Fun group.)
