The Fugitive
Sitting near atable where many others, of multiple races, were sitting discussing things, the elf Elmona had paid little attention as she pondered instead the few meager coins in her pouch and what she could do to earn some more. However, when the tall, brown-haired, muscular human spoke about forming an adventuring party, her ears perked up and she listened more closely. She listened as they talked fondly about some past adventure and friends who were no longer with them. They seemed a competent group, and having companions along is always a good thing, especially ones who seemed to look after each other.
She sat there a bit as she tried to think of how to approach them, but when the grey clad elf approached and was greeted, she saw her opportunity. Rising from her seat, she approached the group, saying, "Excuse me if I'm intruding, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. It sounds like you are looking at taking on a necromancer of some sort. While I have no skills dealing with the undying, I do offer my skills with bow and spell to assist you, if you would welcome them."
After having spoken, she stands there, wondering if they would accept her offer or if she'd have to look for other opportunities.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:35, Fri 27 Jan 2023.