A calm stormy night within the small village of Emberwood rested a tavern with quite a crowd of locals and among them a wanderer came about and step inside. The crowd went quiet, side eyeing the cloaked stranger dripping wet trailing some mud behind. The stranger lowers the hood to reveal pointed ears, and messy, nearly gravity defying magenta hair and sported a smirk. Edge the tavern rested as the drenched Gnelf walked across the well lit area and sat at a table with a cast of characters. Resting his traveling bag beside him, opening it slowly, only to reach his hand inside to pull an assortment of books, some paper, and few sets of dice. "SLAM" the items pulled went as they hit the table. "So, who's ready for an adventure, every great one starts with a tavern like so." The Tavern roars and resumes it's night, for this is the initiative that was rolled. The 20 are natural.