Holth seems to take the whiplash from meeting a fairy bathed in golden light to a hissing, chilling voice physically. He gives a small wave to the fairy before stepping further into the room, his hands clasped at his front. "Hello, my name is Holth, I am 24 years old. I signed up for this job due to the, er, shortage of adventures. I am willing to risk life and limb, I have good fighting experience, and I can cook a good parmasean chicken,"

He is treating this like a formal job interview.

As you all slowly enter the room, the sense of foreboding and fear grows the deeper you go into the room. The chilling voice rasps as you enter, "come closer... closer... C L O S E R..." and as you all inch closer, the voice grows louder, and louder, and... higher? The voice beckons you closer still...

Thawdaum gives the fairy a nod of recognition but is more preoccupied in edging towards the voice. If he could see it, he'd be more than ready to dash its brains out with his warhammer, but for the sake of the party's better interests, he holds. Instead he calls out 'For someone seeking willing volunteers, you make a poor first impression. Drop this foolish charade and reveal yourself, or I'll drag you out myself...' [Intimidation: 15]

Rowe looks towards the new fairy that is making her way into the building. Having seen a couple of fairies himself during his time in the fey, this provided a sense of comfort, but also some fear, as not every fairy he met, was nice. But he pushes all that down and hangs back a bit. He then looks towards Primrose and Dorrn. "I need you both to touch me." If he does, he closes his eyes and begins to mumble something in Sylvan. If either of them touches him, they would feel a mix of soft and rough fabric, as well as some patches of faux leather. In the middle of his chest, is a green diamond crystal. This crystal starts to glow slightly, and he says in Sylvan. "Spiritus fortitudinis confirma nos." (Lol Latin). They would then feel a warmth fill their bodies briefly before that feeling quickly fades. "That should help you if this all goes south..."

(Rowe casts Aid on Primrose, Dorrn and Himself, and they gain 5 temp HP for 8 hours. Non-Concentration)

Primrose's emerald wings flutter with caution as the strange voice grows curiously higher in pitch. She exchanges a knowing glance with Guido, whose intelligent eyes gleam behind the wisp of smoke curling from his ever-present cigar, as she touches Rowe as he asked.

"I think we need more light on this situation," she says with a mischievous giggle. Primrose's melodic voice rises in a brief arcane phrase as she uses her Fairy ability to call forth Faerie Fire, directing it toward the source of the mysterious voice. She summons violet light to illuminate whatever might be hiding there.

As you all attempt to drag out the source of the voice from the shadows, you find that the source of the voice is not sinister or violent at all. Enveloped in purple light, you can see a young Jerbeen standing there, with a hood cast over her head. She's fallen over, and is now trembling in fear from the earlier intimidation. "I-Im sorry... I-I just wanted to set a cool atmosphere..." She stammered nervously.

Rowe steps forward towards the Jerbeen, almost on the same height level. "You think trying to scare a group of people, some who would probably rather attack first, ask questions after, is a good idea?"

Thawdaum sighs and mutters ' By Gruumsh's glare, you really need to think through what methods you take to 'set an atmosphere'. Some folks round here smell the smallest whiff of anything and suddenly their fingers are twitching for their crossbow, so just watch it next time, okay?' He realises that he's set this meeting off to an awkward start, so tries to reframe the conversation by asking them 'What's your name, friend? I am Thawdaum Gerralk, a Cleric of Gruumsh, and about me are the other folk that saw your quest on the board and thought to make a party together, although we don't have a name for it yet.'

The Jerbeen stands up and nervously waddles over. "W-well, y-you're here for the job, right? I didn't think anyone who was here for the job would attack their potential employer... B-but I'm Baylee Copperfoot, I specialize in tying up loose ends from before the era of peace. C-Currently my assignment is to find and capture someone, but he's proven to be tricky, so I decided to ask for help, and that's where you lot come in!" She sweeps her hand across the room, clearly indicating towards the seven-or-so people in the room. "Now, I'm sure you're curious as to what the job specifics are..."

Dorrn runs over with a smile on his face and helps her up.

"I think you did a good job but we can work on the execution. As my friend mentioned we are here for the job. Please tell us your story and how we can be of service."

Panya laughs heartily at the revealed Jerbeen and claps a hand on Baylee's shoulder. "I like your style, kid! My name is Panya Swiftheart. Like my new companion said, why don't you tell us a bit about what's going on and we'll see what we can do."

Baylee nods, "W-well, when the era of peace began, my party and I were tasked by the king of the kingdom of Rìoghachd to go through the land, taking care of remnants of the demon king's army... a-and while my party got to fight large beasts and armies, I-I was tasked with chasing after the more sneaky folk. T-that's how I ended up here, a-and currently I need help locating m-my current target. I-I have to warn you, this job's going to be very very difficult... a-are you sure you'll be up to it?"

"Very very difficult is what the adventurers of old had to face," Holth says. "Personally, I'm willing to put things on the stake for the job. I am also very social and a team worker". he is still acting as though this is a job interview.

Baylee nods. "...Okay. T-the man I'm chasing right now... h-his name is Veritas Finbask, the world's most dangerous man. I-I need your help to capture him a-and bring him to justice. Th-That's the job."

'Veritas Finbask, huh? Never heard of him. What crimes has he commi- actually, don't tell me. If we need to bring him in alive, it's probably best I don't know too much about what he's done, else I might bring him to my idea of justice, also known as the blunt of my hammer.' It sounds like a joke, but Thawdaum does seem pretty serious. He rubs a hand across his jawline as he considers the logistics, then says 'We will of course need to know some details about him though, so if you give us the rundown of his crimes with only the bare minimum amount of information, I might only be compelled to rough him a bit. I can't promise his face will match his wanted poster on his court day though.'

"Y-You don't know who Veritas Finbask is? H-He was one of the m-most active killers before the era of peace! His crimes gave him a reputation on par with th-the demon king, and the demon king was already a pain in the butt to defeat..." She groans into her paws, and continues. "H-He's a master of disguise, a-and I'm pretty sure he knows I'm trying to find him, so I doubt I'll be able to find him, even with the leads I have, which is why I need your help. He won't be expecting me to go out and recruit help... ...I hope. A-anyway, will you do the job?"

Dorrn looks looks at the group for a second.

"I am willing to take the job but I do have some questions. First off, do you know if he works alone or is there a group helping him? Also if he is so dangerous why are you the lone person takes with dealing with him?"

(OOC: what does Dorrn know about Finbask? History Roll: 14)

"He does work alone, he doesn't trust anyone." Baylee looks down awkwardly. "U-um... I work alone b-because I... um..." She mutters the last part, wringing her hands.

Dorrn:

With that history check, you recognize the name from wanted posters plastered all over towns you've visited before. His Bounty was exorbitant back then, so you can't even imagine how large his Bounty would be now.

"A reputation on par with the demon king? You mean this guy was so dangerous that he was comparable to the demon king?" Holth seems a little taken aback. "Well, people were able to defeat the demon king, so we should be able to take this guy down too. He should be somewhat old now, right? When was he most active, again?"

Dorrn seems more sceptical of this person than when she was just an ominous voice. 

"When you say he is a master of disguise, are we talking magic or mundane?"