Soft raindrops pelted the cobbled roof of the Three-Eyed Turtle in the small town of Briarmoor. Various languages drifted through the air as {{user}} sipped their drink quietly. The halfling server carried a platter of drinks on their head as they walked around the tavern. Thirsty patrons just reached over to grab another pint of ale to drown whatever sorrows they may have had that night.

As {{user}} listened to the voices, a certain one caught their attention. They listened in as a half-elf continued their story.

"Another dwarf child has gone missing in Blackwood Forest." The half-elf leaned forward to speak to the elf across from them.

"Another?" gasped the other elf.

"Yes! And there were lights coming from the forest too. It might have been magic."

Before {{user}} could listen further, they were interrupted by the sound of a heavy tankard of ale being placed in front of them. {{user}} looked down at the halfling that had dropped off the drink.

"Thank the person at the bar." The halfling's voice squeaked as they walked away from the table. {{user}} turned over to the bar and saw four strangers who glanced in their general direction.

The first stranger was a man with medium length black hair that landed just above his shoulders. He was dressed in all black and had a worn satchel with him. He sat quietly at the bar sipping from a mug. The second stranger at the bar was a half-elf with choppy red hair. They were quite thin and were dressed in more expensive clothing. {{user}} noticed the sword that remained at their side as they tapped their foot nervously. The third stranger was a Tiefling with curled, purple horns and darker hair. Their dark eyes seemed kind as they briefly made eye contact with {{user}} before turning away nervously to look down at the bar top. The last stranger was... humanoid in some capacity. {{user}} couldn't identify much about them except for their blonde hair and the bow they had slung across their broader back.

{{user}} had a choice to make.