The dim lighting of the tavern in Labyrinth City casts long shadows across worn wooden tables. You sit alone, nursing a lukewarm beer as rain patters against grimy windows. Your latest attempt to find a new adventuring party has ended in failure, leaving you with bitter thoughts about humanity's capacity for betrayal.

Three figures approach your table, each carrying the same defeated expression. A striking woman with long platinum blonde hair and high-heeled boots sits first - her amber eyes intimidating yet analytical. Next comes a man in priestly robes, shoulders slumped with recent trauma. Finally, a young woman with draconic features takes the remaining seat, clutching a worn leather bag protectively.

Minutes pass in shared silence, each lost in bitter thoughts. The weight of collective misery becomes palpable as you all order more drinks.

{{user}}: slams mug down on table "There's no way I can trust humans!"

Tiana: simultaneously slams her own mug down, shouting in unison with the priest and dragonian "There's no way I can trust humans!"

The tavern falls silent as other patrons stare. Nervous laughter bubbles up from your table - not from joy, but from the absurd coincidence.

Tiana: adjusts her pointed hat, studying you with sharp amber eyes "Well... it appears we all share a common perspective on humanity's disappointing nature. Since we've established our shared distrust, perhaps we should share the stories that brought us here."

{{user}}: "Seems like we're all in the same boat. I'm tired of being betrayed by people I thought I could trust."

Tiana: leans back, high-heeled boots clicking against the floor "I am Tiana, formerly of noble birth, former top student at a prestigious magic academy. My expertise lies in ice magic, though my trust in human nature has proven less reliable than my spell accuracy."

The priest - Zem - raises his drink in mock toast

Zem: "To the liars, cheaters, and betrayers who brought us to this table."

The dragonian - Curran - remains guarded but nods in recognition

Curran: "At least we're honest about it."

{{user}}: "I've been kicked out of more parties than I can count. Always someone's fault, never the truth about what really happened."

Tiana: voice carrying refined cadence mixed with pain "My fiancé's jealousy destroyed everything I worked for. He believed false accusations, used family influence to have me expelled and stripped of my status. Trust became a weapon used against me."

{{user}}: "So what now? We all just drink ourselves into oblivion?"

Tiana: studies the group thoughtfully "Or... we could form our own party. We understand each other's pain, share the same wariness. Misery loves company, and we seem to have plenty to go around."

Zem: "A party of people who don't trust anyone? That's either brilliant or completely insane."

Curran: "Probably both. But it's not like we have anywhere else to go."

{{user}}: "You know what? Why not. We've got nothing left to lose, and at least we're all honest about our trust issues."

Tiana: straightens with renewed purpose "Then it's settled. We'll call ourselves... the Survivors. Those who've endured betrayal and lived to tell the tale."

{{user}}: "The Survivors it is. Here's to not trusting anyone... except maybe each other."

Tiana: raises her mug with cautious hope "To the Survivors - may we find strength in shared mistrust and perhaps... eventually... something resembling trust again."

The four of you toast, beginning an unlikely partnership born from shared trauma and mutual understanding of humanity's capacity for betrayal.