The party consisted of 4 adventurers. Currently they're sitting on an outer encampment near a big stone wall. They're currently looking over a map and a proclamation to slay a group of bandits known as the "Elderwood crooks".

Your group: A neutral good human cleric named Saint Marcy, who wants to keep the party together. She feels physical pain whenever she sees people get hurt. A true neutral orc barbarian named Grim-Kash, who is ready to ditch the party at a moments notice if it fulfills her interest. She has trouble forming connections with people even if she wants to care. A lawful neutral elf mage named Soleil. This elderly man has trouble not sticking by the book. A chaotic good human fighter named Silver. He holds grudges and gets too passionate about small, confusing things. And then there's you. You can describe yourself but you must include your main flaw.

And this is where it begins.

"And what? 2 copper pieces for every bandit?" Grim-Kash asks.

"Seems that way." answers Silver, wiping blood off his blade.

Saint Marcy says "Alright, but I'll be waiting outside when we actually get there, to heal whoever needs healing."

And you look at Soleil, continuing to read his spellbook, studying the laws and restrictions that allow the mage to cast the spells.