Oh absolutely. I was not meaning to imply I was impatient, just filling in the time. ;)

(As mentioned, if you two want to have a private chat thing set up on PMs for while we are waiting for the group to reconvene, I'll happily DM for it :-) )

Ill leave that up to Borg :)

Akaas is very quiet during the wagon ride and following. If anyone makes eye contact with him, he quickly smiles, but sideways glances catch as-yet-unseen looks of concern on the halfling's face.

(Sure A Pm thing could be fun while we wait.)

(So to confirm where we're up to, Borg and Crispy have gone for some "alone time", leaving the others to hand in the mission completed slip. They're currently in the office and just need to hand it to the ugly pencil pusher who doesn't know what capital letters are in grammar.)

"oh, by the way," The woman says. She gestures to a side room, "there's someone waiting for you through there. something about latest recruits or something."

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"oh, by the way," The woman says. She gestures to a side room, "there's someone waiting for you through there. something about latest recruits or something."

 In the room on a bench sits a figure equal parts nervousness and excitement. He is dressed in studded leather dyed in mostly forest colours, green and brown, that help accentuate the mop of auburn hair on his head. Clashing against that are the black and purple loafers comfortably hugging his feet. Two bluish green eyes gleam with amusement as he idly turns two rings on his fingers, one on each hand. 

'Are you excited?' He asks to the empty air. 'The Seven Saints Adventuring Company, just imagine the things we'll experience.' He turns his head questioningly. 'Yeah, maybe you're right: better best to wait and see who we'll be running with. They should be here any moment now.'

He glances down at his own outfit. A small reflection of his eyes stares back up at him from the crystal hanging around his neck. He gives a small wave of his hand and the crystal shimmers out of view. 'Best to keep something a surprise.' He chuckles softly. 'Or two things.' He smiles at the air.

EDIT: currently on phone for the weekend so can't do colour coding :/

Borg and Crispy come down, half dressed in casual clothing, laughing about something. Crispy looks like she just got beat up by someone. 

Crispy notices the man off to the side almost exploding with anticipation.

"Hey." She casually says, "Who the hell are you?"

"I can answer that." Says another voice. Stepping out into the room after the new arrival is the slender human woman in mage attire who introduced Etla. "It is quite unexpected to have two transfers within 24 hours, but this is your new party member. I will allow you to do introductions in a minute. You may have noticed you were one short when you left this morning, it appears that Belcharion thought to take advantage of his position and attempt to steal supplies from the guild so has been dishonourably discharged." After her spiel, she looks around the group. "In that case, I suppose I can leave you to get acquainted. Let us hope your group managed to keep a roster. There are rumours already that your team may be cursed." With that the woman waves a wand as a shimmering doorway envelops her as she vanishes.

"show off..." The woman at the desk mumbles.

(If you are curious, it was a dimension door that she used to leave. Yes, I know that it only needs verbal components, but the wand was just for show.)

"Rather be cursed than be a bad team, we proved that even with one short we could still complete the mission, giving us more will just make us better, plus. The Cursed Crimson Fang, has a ring to it." Borg says to the new guy. "Welcome to the Cursed Crimson fangs, although we may be cursed, we are going to be the best, so it's good to have you join us." Borg walks over to him and offers her hand. "I'm Borg, pleasure to meet ya and this fine Chick next to me is Crispy, she is a cool chick but also a hot one." 

"if you want to do social things there's a common room for that." The woman at the desk says. "are you handing in a quest or not?"

(She is still waiting for the slip to be handed over.)

Borg looks to the woman. "Huh, I thought it was handed in already? Well I guess we will hand it in then." Borg looks to the others, waiting on them to hand the quest in, if not she will take it and hand it over as she took the quest in the first place. 

(Will give it a bit to let the others respond.)

 'Cursed?' Friedrich replies with a slightly bow after getting up from the bench. 'Well, it would make for a better tale, I supposed. The name's Friedrych, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.' He smiles and shakes Borg's hand. 'I hope I'll be capable enough to fill the shoes of those who came before me.' He glances around. 'Is it just the two of you or are we missing some?'

Oh right, for brief descriptive purposes, there are the following in this office:

• The woman behind the desk. She is a large, grey-skinned woman who looks like a mix between human and ogre. She is the one that handles quest acceptance and completion.
• Akaas, a halfling male in monastic robes
• Borg, a half-orc female in chainmail with a cloak
• Chetin, an aasimar in chainmail
• Crispy, a human female in leathers
• Etla, a goliath female in a dress
• Friedrych, a half-elf male in studded leathers

This is the entire party (plus 1 NPC), so if you want to hand in the quest slip, you can head out and socialise somewhere and be caught up IC.

Crispy shrugs her shoulders, "Eh, i'm already cursed." She says, referring to her past and horrible sleeping troubles. "Oh! The quest. I thought I handed that paper off?"

"Hey, Friedrych." Crispy nods and shakes his hand. A firm grip. "People just call me Crispy." She flashes a quick wink to the half-orc. "Or 'Chick'." She snorts in laughter, punching her shoulder. "There's more of us around, they must be busy, or something."

She looks Friedrych up and down for a few seconds. "So, what's your story?"

Borg and Crispy are both dressed in casual clothes at this point though and are just hanging around. "Don't put to much pressure on yourself, Friedrych you'll fit in just fine. Let me just hand this in a grab our reward." Borg says as she hands over the slip of paper.

The large woman behind the desk looks at the slip of paper, her eyes seem to light up with a golden hue for a split second. "looks fine. i will get this processed. your reward will be delivered to your collection box on your floor. thank you for saving the day again, great heroes." She says with the most unenthusiastic tone as she stamps the piece of paper and files it away. "the door is over there if you want to head out to find your reward." 

Akaas bows to Friedrych. He may be one of the oldest-looking halflings Friedrych has ever seen. He has a bald head, but a curtain of white hair that starts at the base of his skull and a matching long beard. His eyes twinkle as he greets the newcomer. "I'm pleased to meet you," he says.

"Well, lets pick up our reward guys. Then get some celebratory drinks for a mission well done." Borg says, gently shoving Crispy in a playful way. "I owe you a drink anyways Chick."