March Of The Phantom Brigade
A motley assortment of adventurers indeed, recruited by the expedition’s financier Alduz Splinteshield and commanded by the half-orc ranger-captain Malgrum; our heroes take their ease in a brief moment of rest.
The dwarf Ythrik, the shortest of the bunch, stands over there by the cookwagon. Mul sits atop his packs, comfortably apart from the others, his deep-set eyes focused within himself. There, up in front of the third wagon, are two of the four elves; Telifo and Torik, discussing the finer points of beekeeping. Olorae lounges in a cleverly slung hammock, her elfin eyes closed against the bright spring’s sunshine, safely hidden from Schmendrick’s wandering eye and deft, elfish poetry.