Arriving in town, people turn and stare at Rav, apparently  Loxodons are rare in these parts. He pays no attention to the stares and looks around Werton. He notices a feline looking creature standing paying no attention to him walking into town. She seems be to staring at a board intently. 

He mutters to himself  "Hmm, curious..." and walks towards the board.

Those who look at the Wanted poster notice a couple gnolls are wanted the 3 look like regular ones but the other 2 one is likely a Gnoll pack leader and the other is Barnibus he is famous for being a former champion gladiator in the Qaurtz Colosseum what is known is he one hands a lance (I mean one you juste with) and has a crossbow on the other. his picture depicts that of Gnoll but massively bigger build his eyes have a purple like mask covering with 6 light blue like eyes on it 3 on the left and 3 one the right.  (I sent what each of these individuals look like in the discord chat by picture.

Rav walks to the board and stand next to what appears to be a feline and says  "Good day....What do we have here?"

The feline woman looks up at the large Loxodon with a raised eyebrow, seemingly unfazed. As she does, the Loxodon can see faint traces of leopard print encircling her yellow cat-like eyes "Well, Big Man, it appears someone has gotten themselves a bounty on their heads. I am merely considering whether they are worth the trouble. Why do you ask? You're not going to beat me to it are you?"

Rowan is a rusty red skinned Tiefling with horns similar to a cow. He has a bushy black beard, and gold colored eyes. His tail is thick, long, and prehensile, peeking out from under his coat. There’s a hatchet on his belt, and a pack on his back. Maybe homeless?

Bundled up in a coat, Rowan is hanging around near the signboard as a way to kill time. He’s been watching the wanted posters with a certain amount of wistfulness. 
As the other two sidle up to look at the posters, he glances at them and snorts. “Not sure any of us are quite up to the task of bringing a monster like that in. He’s a professional. I’m Rowan, by the way.”

(still haven’t accepted my friend request for discord DM)

The feline woman eyes the Tiefling curiously, then looks away for a moment as though remembering something someone once told her, and then looks back at Rowan, looking them straight in the eyes "Not on our own perhaps. Many hands make light work, no?"

“It does. But I don’t have a clue where to start looking for him.” Rowan shrugs

Sorry I couldn't find it what's you discord? that way i can try to add you 

Rav hearing the conversation between the two decides to speak "If the two of you are proposing to team up to find these gnolls, I could, perhaps, tag along yes? Gnolls are ghastly creatures with no sense....no sense indeed. They kill and sow havoc without regard to the nature of things. It is possible the town leader or perhaps if there's a tavern there would be more information" 

Hi everyone this message is in white lettering bonus coin who reads this xD plus 5 gp added

Thyme crosses her arms "That is exactly what I am proposing. The tavern might be a good place to start. If anything, they'll be able to point us towards whoever we need to contact to take up this bounty." She sighs "I'm Thyme, for what it's worth. I am not quite familiar with Werton, don't suppose any of you know where to find the tavern?"

Siegward Catarina is a hulking young man in his early 20s who has been rumored to have been walking around the village, muttering to himself and screaming at the top of his lungs for the citizens to join him in a holy conquest. These rumors are known to anyone who has spent longer than two days in the village. He is said to be wearing a kit of sword, shield, and chainmail, over which he wears a coat of arms emblazoned with the holy sign of Oximious, God of Good and Purity. He is a human cismale.

*As the small group of adventurers is talking near the poster, a voice can be heard from down the road calling out*

"Let them come! I should show them all the end of a sword! Join me, and take back your livelihoods!..."

*The man, who is aforementioned above, stops in the road, and stares at a elven villager, locking eyes. After a moment of silence he belts out "WHAT?!" Causing the elf to jump. He hurries away.*

"Have you no backbone?!" *He calls to the retreating elf. The man appears to be distraught about something, a wild and feverish look about him.*

(Sorry for no variation in text I'm on mobile and don't have those options. I'll put actions and descriptions in asterisks like I did above, and quotations for speaking.)

You can on mobile go into windowed mode or desktop and it works just to let you know unless your mobile doesn't have that.

Got it.

 Times had been tough as of late for the wandering soldier. Without the income of steady military life, he had begun to run low on funds for daily living. There was still his emergency funds, but the time for taking it easy had passed. He found himself in the town of Werton the past few days, and had since come to the realization that few jobs existed in this place for outsiders. Or, if they did exist, nobody seemed keen to tell him. Putting his sword arm to use wasn't his first choice for a stable income, but the bounty board was all he could find.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, but it was nearly silent compared to the clink of his chainmail-clad bootfalls. He stopped just shy of the group that was chattering about taking down one of the larger bounties. A quick scan of the board told him what he needed to know. That, and listening to the already-present crew converse of potentially teaming up to put away that gladiator. He rested his hand atop the helmet that hung from a clasp on his belt. His other hand hung idly at his side. As he turned to face the group in earnest, his dirty blonde hair shifted slightly to one side. It hung down just to his jawline on the sides. Vibrant, emerald colored eyes glanced up and down each of the folk already present at the bounty board. By his best understanding, they all seemed at least competent. Only time could tell for certain, though.

"If you intend to go after such a big target, I offer my hand in aid as well."

Siegward approaches the group of assembled adventurers, a wild look in his eyes.

"Do you seek them?! The filthy whoreson Gnolls?!" He barks at the group.

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Perception roll

Rav ignores the yelling of someone in town as he is deep in thought.....After a moment he answers Thyme "Thyme is it....I am called Rav....Perhaps the soldier who is peering over your shoulder can answer your question regarding the tavern." Rav motions with his trunk to the soldier , who Rav perceives with his trunk to be downtrodden, behind Thyme. 

Thyme turns, jumps a few feet to the side surprised, and hisses as she finally notices the soldier behind her, her tail suddenly a lot thicker than before, before regaining her usual confident posture. "We're slowly becoming a crowd at this pace. You look capable enough. Certainly outfitted like you are at least. I have no objections in a few more hands. On that note." she turns to Siegward, who she had been ignoring up until now "You! Loud one! You in too then?"

“Oh please don’t engage him, he’s- oh crap... now you’ve done it,” Rowan is just a little too late in stopping Thyme from getting the paladin’s attention. “I’m sure he’s a good fighter.” Rowan winces.