You all walk out of the inn, however not at the same time. There is people crowded around the stand, some looking down, some angry, and some happy.  Osmord, you are first out, what shall you do?

Osmord squints at the morning sun and grimaces at the milling crowd. Using prestidigitation he raises a chill breeze that creeps before him carrying the faint stench of rotting flesh. With the aid of his walking stick he slowly makes his way toward the stand to see what all the fuss is about.

As you walk to the stand you hear the person at the stand say, “Alright, make some space, and get with your groups. Remember, you are all doing something different.”

Emporious wakes excited at the day that lies ahead.
He gathers up a couple extra scroll tubes, makes sure he has all his writing utensils in order, grabs his gear snd heads down stairs. Archimedes, perched on Emporious's shoulder, hoots softly at the crowd gathethered in front of the tavern. Emporious whispers softly to his owl familiar and the bird immediately takes flight. Settling quickly on the peak of the tavern roof it keeps an eye on the crowd while Emporious looks for his new companions.

You walk to the stand as well, seeing the crowd. The crowd clears, and the stand is open. What shall you do?

Osmord eyes the person at the stand and asks, "Where is my group and what task are we performing for you?"

OOC: for those looking his way Osmord is a grizzled Tortle with intricate black symbols etched into his shell. He walks with the aid of a bleached bone walking stick.

“Oh yes! You’ll be doing the artifact work I believe!” He says with a smile. “Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Veen.” Veen smiles, with joy.

(Ooc: Veen is a dork of a orc who loves history and adventure, but can’t do those things because of his weak bones. He is in a wheelchair.)

As Emporious mingles amonst the crowd his nose wrinkles at the occasional whiff of rotting flesh. Curious, he slowly wanders looking for the source. He notices that the crowd is quite diverse. Most of the races he recognizes due to the varied visitors to the library. Others he'd only read about. One such being was a shelled individual who seemed to be the source of the stench. Emporiuos tries to give the tortle a wide bearth as he approaches the stand. His efforts prove futile as the smells origin approaches the same stand but fron the opposite side from Emporious

"Veen." Osmord chews over the word with vague disgust. The cheer emanating from the Orc is making him queasy. "What is this artefact work?"

While waiting for an answer Osmord looks around at the milling crowd and licks his lips. So many tasty morsels, alas eating the populous would most likely be frowned upon. He especially liked the look of the halflings. They were like little happy meals on legs. (It only breaks the 4th wall if you read it wrong ;) 

Overhearing the exchange,  Emporious steps up. "Hello, Sorry to interupt but artifacts are my specialty. My name is Emporious Palantine and I would like to know more about these artifacts of which you speak." 

“Well, yes! The orc ruins around here, have these artifacts, they look like small orcs almost! Don’t worry, the ruins have been abandoned for years! Nothing should be in there.”

Emporious say," Well Master Veen might you have a map that would show us to these ruins?" All the while the scholar tries to recall what ever he can about orcish artifacts. 

Arcana: 18

Osmord peers up at this Emporious Palantine [what does he see?]. He asks Veen,

"What reward do you offer for this... work?" 

Veen hands Emporius a map, smiling. He turns to Osmord, and says “You can keep the treasure you find along the way!”

Osmord looks Emporius up and down before giving a brief nod. "This one will do." he grumbles almost to himself.

"You can read that?" he asks you Emporius, gesturing toward the map you hold.

"Of course I can read it."

 Emporious says with a bit of indignant tone. He takes the map and gives it a lite snap as he stretches it out between his hands. The scholar pivots slowly as his head bobs back and forth from the surrounding area to examining the map. Once confident in what direction they should head he folds and rolls the map down to a small tube about 8 inches long.

Emporious wears a large custom made vest (think photographer style or a tactical style) with multiple pockets of multiple sizes. On the front of the vest covering the area in front of his ribs are four long, thin pockets containing scroll tubes. Two on the left flap and two on the right. Each pair of slender pockets has a square pocket above it on the chest. Two more internal pockets lie just behind the front scroll pockets and are accessible through slits in the sides of the vest. One small Pocket along the center line of the vest has a quill protruding from it.

Emporious removes a tube and places the map inside. 

Osmord looks around to see if anyone else will be joining them. After a time he turns to the Orc and asks. "Just us is it?"

Emporious drops to a knee and tightens a strap on his boot which ends just below his knee. He dusts off the large pockets on his thighs as he stands back up. He hitches up his belt that surrounds his slightly portly body. The belt holds a dagger and several other pouches. He gathers up his pack and slings it about his shoulders. He does all this while balancing his quarter staff against his shoulder. Raising his chin he gives a low whistle and Archimedes alights silently onto his shoulder out as if out of know where. The owls left wing is partially obscured by the bushy black mane streaked with white that is Emporious' hair. Suddenly a lite breeze wafts the putrid stench that has been emanating from Osmord into an unsuspecting nostril and reflex causes Emporious to cringe, gagging a bit but managing to avoid wrenching on the spot. Putting a fist to his lips he swallows hard and unthinkingly inhales deeply in an attempt to steel his nervous stomach only to realize as the stench intensifies that he has made a grave error. The result is three more quick cringes and near vomits. Finally the wizard gets a hold of himself with a shake of his head. 

*cough* Uh, yes if Anyone else is to accompany us we should meet them now. We should be underway as soon as possible.

(OCC: I'm fine with starting out with just two until another can join. Oh and I hope you don't take offense at his reaction. I just figured what's the point of projecting a fart if no one is gonna smell it.)

OOC: No offence at all. Osmord creates this to offend and unnerve strangers so your reaction is perfect.

"It looks like it us just us birdman. Shall we be about our business?" Osmord taps you leg with his walking stick to emphasis his eagerness to be gone from this place. 

"Hmmmph... Cough... Yes lets be going." Agrees Emporious. "It appears that our destination lies in this direction." Indicating ahead of him with his own staff as he starts walking.