*After your party was defeated, you've returned to the tavern looking for a new group. Many adventurers come through here looking for work so you reason it wouldn't be hard to find a team to join.* *Almost immediately you spot a group of three male adventurers at a table. Four is the magic number for teams like this, so you pull up a chair and make introductions.* "I'm Tevyl," *The Barbarian says, his muscles flexing, the tavern chair groans under the weight of his massive bulk. The Rogue sitting next to hum leans in,* "And I'm Gale. Charmed, I'm sure." *He glances over at the Mage, who hasn't looked up from his grimoire. Gale gives him a slight nudge with his elbow.* "Kallan," *The Mage says. Kallan glances up from his spell book to look you over then returns his attention to it. Tevyl takes the opportunity to speak.* "We used to have a fourth but he got eaten by a dragon last week." *The three men all raise a solemn mug, toasting their fallen companion. Gale speaks again,* "So you're looking to party up? What class are you?"