Location: Adventurer's Guild

Today was just another day at the Adventurer's Guild. Some parties of adventurers were standing at the quest board, wondering what to pick, others were just chatting and having a drink with their buddies. You fell into the latter category because you were currently just sitting with your party.

Your party was quite the strange bunch. Tania is a dark elf princess, Narusha is an orc mage, Darul is a dwarf paladin with a drinking problem, Mizuka is a kitsune beastkin ninja, and Gobina is a goblin alchemist.

And you? Well you're the adopted child of the Dark Dragon Kerulan and the Drreadwolf Felran, two beings that almost ended the world thousands of years ago. Of course, no one in your party actually knows this since you never bothered to tell them...not that they don't already think you're pretty weird for not having a last name and not having any magic to speak of.

Darul: He was currently downing his...possibly 5th mug of ale today...so much for him being a paladin.

Gobina: She was off in her own little corner, concocting who knows what with her alchemy set.

Narusha: She was currently flipping through her spellbook, memorizing each and every spell she had at the current moment just in case.

Mizuka: She was sharpening her kunai, while also glancing around the room warily.

Tania: She was currently going over a bunch of quests that she pulled from the board, wondering which one to pick.