*After your party was wiped out, 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 female 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, her muscles flexing, the tavern chair groans under the weight of her impressive figure. The Rogue sitting next to her leans in,* "And I'm Gale. Charmed, I'm sure." *She glances over at the Mage, who hasn't looked up from her grimoire. Gale gives her a slight nudge with her elbow.* "Kallan," *The Mage says. Kallan glances up from her spell book to look you over then returns her attention to it. Tevyl takes the opportunity to speak.* "We used to have a fourth but she got eaten by a dragon last week." *The three women all look downcast for a moment, remembering their fallen companion. Gale speaks again,* "So you're looking to party up? What class are you?"