Erlas didn't even know why he had agreed to such a thing, after all he was a drow elf. And they were known to be selfish and evil. But neither the less, he had agreed to go on this pittiful quest. He had been stalking two men who were wanted by the law, he was an assassin as well as a bounty hunter. Just as he was going to strike and kill both men, a great wizard appeared and scared them away. Erlas was furrious and wanted- no demanded to know why the wizard did such a thing. When he approached the wizard, he bowed and said his name was Malivore. And that he needed people to go on a quest for him, to save a large city from the wrath of a very powerful dragon. Erlas guessed that the reason he agreed was becase Malivore bribed him with gold. He stood on top of a small hill and looks down at a small village. It was called The Village of Arcneed. His snow white mane blew slightly in the gentle breeze. The moon light casted an eery glow upon his dark skin. He kept his cloak's hood up and mask on, he didn't want anyone to recognize him in this small village. Drow elves were hated by every one pretty much and didn't want to be ran out of the village by an angry mob. He was supposed to meet at a small tavern named The Ram's Head Tavern. He had various weapons hidden under his cloak and would use them without warning, if need be. He walks down the hill gracfully and enters the village. It wasn't hard to find the tavern since it was such a small village. The tavern sign had a Ram Head on it as will as on the door. He opens it and goes in. Everyone who was inside, had stopped what they were doing and began to stare at him. It was rare to get vistiors in Arcneed. Erlas pretened that he didn't notice and go and sat down in the back of the tavern. The vilalgers were still eyeing him and began to whisper among themselves. But Erlas paid no attention to them. He was just hoping that Malivore would show up. Outside Arcneed, Brannor stood. He too had been summoned by the wizard Malivore. He was in the middle of hunting down a deer, when Malivore appeared out of no where. Of course he was angry that the wizard had scared off his prey, but the elf soon changed his tune when the wizard explained why he had come. Of course he was going to agree, it was the righ thing to do. Brannor sighs as he pulls up his hood of his cloak and goes down the hill. His bow and quiver full of arrows slung over his back. He too enters The Ram's Head Tavern, since that is where Malivore told him to meet. He had mentioned that three others would be arriving as well. He hoped that he was the first one to arrive. He enters the tavern and everyone does the same as they did for Erlas. Brannor looked over at the table where Erlas was sitting and something told him that the wizard had sent him too. Once he had sat down on the other side of the table, the villagers stopped staring. Erlas looks at Brannor and glares at him. It just had to be an elf. He thinks. The wood elf looks at Erlas. "Did a wizard by the name of Malivore send you here?" He asks. Erlas then nods. "Yeah, why?" He asks in a stern demanding voice. "Because he sent me here too and said that three others would be coming too. So that means there should be two more and then the wizard." Brannor says. Erlas nods, but says nothing and rolls his eyes. He wasn't exactly the people type. What else could the two elves do? They had no choice but to wait.