As Darvin watched the little spat that happened before him, he couldn't help but wonder why these 5 random people had ended up in a room together. He had assumed that meeting Talathel in that pub back in Secomber was nothing more than a convenient coincidence. They had both met while in the midst of big transitions in their lives and needed a traveling companion. But now, based on all that happened, and listening to how everyone's skills complimented his own he began to suspect that something bigger was at work.
Perhaps the cleric has an idea as to why things like this happen? I will ask him the next time I have a chance. What if we are all just players in a game arbitrarily doing tasks for an unseen game master? Wait, that's just silly. As he was finishing that thought, Beranhond was suggesting that he lead a scouting expedition.
"I can handle that. I'll bring the elf. He's supposed to be good at that stuff. In the meantime, why don't you and Grumbleshanks go to the pub together, nothing washes away past trangessions like rum."
Wait...Did I just agree to herd cats? Damnnit.
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