Noble: "You won't be able to do this on your own. So let me introduce your new companions."

The heavy doors swing open as three figures step into the hall, each one a stark contrast to the last.

First comes a towering presence in worn leathers, with a wolf pelt draped over one shoulder and a cold, unflinching stare. "This is Tarin. If it breathes and shouldn’t, he can track it, trap it, or plant an arrow through its skull before you blink. Just... try not to stand downwind. He's used to forests, not finery."

Behind him saunters a grinning tiefling, all flair and swagger, spinning a dagger between his fingers like it’s an afterthought. "Quinn. Don’t let the charm fool you—he’ll rob you blind while complimenting your taste in boots. Still, no lock or lie lasts long around him."

Finally, stepping between them with the calm of someone used to diffusing tension, is a woman in sturdy armor. Her gaze is kind, but there’s steel behind it. "That’s Isidea. Heart of gold, fists of iron. She’s the reason these two haven’t killed each other. Or anyone else. Yet."

The noble gives a dry smile. "They’re capable. Questionable, but capable. Try to keep up."