"Nice to meet ya'" smiled Sharky amiably. Looking over to where three Drow were seated nearby, sharpening their swords and talking amongst themselves, Sharky cried out, "Lockjaw, Quickill, and Breaker you're with me! We're going into town and all of us make five!"The three Drow looked at each other incredulously for a minute, and then scrambled to their feet in an effort to join Psilo and Sharky.
"So where in town are we going, Sharky? To a tavern or a pleasure house perhaps?" asked Lockjaw, a Dark Elf with a long scar down his face.
"Yeah, where?" asked Quickill in a sweaky voice. He was the shortest of the three and sported two daggers tucked neatly in his belt in addition to his sword strapped to his back.
Breaker said nothing as he checked his weapons and waited for the procession to begin.
"Hey now! That's a good question, Psilo." mentioned Sharky, "Where are we going once we arrive in town?"
