You enter the adventure guild tavern. And walk over to this one specific table

The wooden doors creak open as you step into The Silver Fang, Ironhart's oldest and most renowned adventurer's guild. Warm lamplight spills over rows of heavy oak tables. The air is thick with the scent of ale, roasted meats, and adventure.

A grizzled half-orc behind the front counter watches you with a weathered eye and a low grunt of amusement. He knew who you were, and was amused by the not so aware people

Your steps echo slightly, catching the attention of a few nearby guild members. Some glance at your gear, sizing you up. A few smirk. One whispers “It's him? What's he doing here. "

As you sat down to the table in the corner of the room. You say opposite of five people

scarred elf with silver-streaked hair and weary eyes—leaned forward. She looked like she hasn’t slept in days.

Elary — “We're glad you came,” she said, voice low “We wouldn’t call on someone like you unless it was serious. But we’ve lost half our crew. Vanished. No signs. No screams."

Then another person in the guild spoke

kaedin — "We know you like to work alone,. But we could really use some help from you.

Vex, Renlo, and thyra. just silently observed the interaction