"so i see the dwarf hates drow" as he spoke he laughed "that veiw is not held by the normal citezens anymore as they responded to the threat of the knihght first"
"Call me old-fashioned then," he responded with a simple shrug, not really wanting to discuss about that. "So, where should we start this quest, can you give us some more precise information? Or is this one of those "blindly attack the enemy" types of missions?"
"there is an underground cavern below the city" as he spoke he looked at the dwarf "we believe he is in there"
"Excellent excellent! Good bit of friction always starts the story off well! You two must become good friends later on, or even lovers! That would make it quite the story indeed! Redemption of your rascist ways by saving a dark elf! Someone who even other elves typically don't like either!" The tiefling is muttering this under his breath, loud enough to be heard by all however, his excitement at the prospect of such a good story coming out in every word.
"How fortunate," Ragnar replied, emptying the mug with beer in a single swallow, then belching rather loudly. "Alright, final question. If he's in the cavern below, then why do we need supplies for three weeks?" "And a Tiefling with a sense of humor? I don't think I ever saw that one coming," he added rather ironically but humorous at the same time, giving the fact he himself was nothing more than a stereotype.
"If that is where Bahamut sends me, then I shall follow his guidance." The Dragongirl spoke, having completely ignored whatever was going on before, having sunk deep in her prayers, but suddenly being surrounded by new people. Her eyes fell especially on the Tiefling. Interesting individuals - no question! Especially if one knows them only from books and novels. "My name is Artana, for those that are new of you. And I hope you all will join me on this special pilgrimage, I shall pray either way of your decision, for your best health, guidance and protection." She smiled soft and simply agreed to the man and dwarf with a nod. The decision was made when she departed, there was no going back.
"Indeed We might all need it my name is Braxis the traveler." he said nodding to meet everyone. he some what had a laugh as he heard the fellow tiefling talking about a dark elf and dwarf romance. "it shall be a interesting journey and with the sounds of quite interesting You shall have me at your side."
"The Dwarf has a sense of humour, it appears! But I like his preplanning attempt; it pleases glorious Lady Red Knight indeed!", the Drow Paladin said, refusing to sit down because it would impair her ability to talk the way she did. Turning to the Tiefling Bard she'd already become familiar with, she adressed his preposterous statement; while the woman was fond of his enthusiasm (in the grimmer phases of an adventure, in the time when people died and battles were fought and lost by the forces of good, it was always good to have a man at your side who would not despair), this joke was not to her taste. "Well, alas, good minstrel, life is not a play; mayhaps there is a creature that spins our tales, but their moods are only brightened by the macabre, it seems, not by those spots of light that make townspeople swoon and cheer for their actor heroes. I doubt the Dwarf is a suitable man for me, much of a mate he may become, romance was off the table already years ago - I belong to Red Knight." What was perhaps her very first not-yelled phrase since they first met was still intoned with far more emotion and pathos than normally believable. As Braxis talked, she was silent for the most part, listening intently, only 'hmm' and 'huh'-ing at the more unbelievable parts. But Red Knight had sent her on a quest, and she would serve gladly, especially along the side of a servant of Bahamut - a deity her mistress was not opposed to, and the Drow only knew little about. This meant learning, and learning was always fun.
