-----The Half-elf male strides forward into the center of the room and with a great flourish equal to any in the court of Goldren executes a most wondrous bow with both arms extended to the side in a style reminiscent of wings of a gray bird. Especially as his clothing is mostly dark and gray – his hose are dark brown, boots are black, doublet tan, vest gray, topped by a dark gray cloak. Despite the dark colors of the cloth, it is obviously good material and clean.
-----He straightens up and removes his black cap to reveal short brown hair, his blue eyes reveal the hint of a smile, a beautiful melodious voice floats through the air. "Greetings!! It is I, Sethanales, Musician of no small repute and dealer in antiquities, arts and curios. IT is with great pleasure that I make my presence known to you all and hope that in the ensuing months that I may be able to regale you with Harp music, so fine, so fragile that it lifts your hearts to the highest peaks, soaring on wings of black and then dashes them down into the crevasses of cold and chill, only to be lifted up again to float gently on clouds of silver." He seems to linger a bit savouring the thought of hearing his music. His left hand brushes against the map case slung over his shoulder as he reaches for a case that is undoubtedly holding a small harp. Fingers caress the harp case and for a moment everyone would expect the harp to appear in the musician’s hands when suddenly he executes another bow and returns to his place beside the halfling and the half-elven maiden.
-----As Gimplefwick munches away, a dark haired human speaks up. The man is dressed in a fine suit of studded leather with a weathered, but in good condition forest green cloak around his shoulders. Two short swords hang from his hips. The man is powerfully built and has the build of a fighter. There’s something about his face that hints he might not be pure human, his features are both savage and refined.
-----"My name is Raven. I..." Raven pauses and then glances at Gimplefwick, "Did I hear you right? You called yourself a 'pirate'? Does that mean you rob and kill helpless people? Unless there are other kind of pirates I haven't heard about." Raven’s face shows confusion.
-----The young half-elven girl steps forward next, looking relaxed and confident with her hands casually in her pockets. Standing out most of all in the early daylight are her black pants and shirt, over which she wears a brown leather vest, and complemented by similarly brown soft leather shoes and bracers on her arms. A knife is seen strapped to her upper left arm, a dagger across the small of her back, a short sword on her hip and a short bow and long sword slung on her back. Her short dark hair is intertwined into a tight, high braid with a strand of leather cord.
-----Speaking up in a clear voice, she says, "My name is Kazel, Kaz for short. I'm the butcher of Hearthorn, if you have never seen my shop. I do kill helpless animals, but besides that, I'm just your fellow fine upstanding citizen of this town." Smiling at Raven, she then shrugs and starts glancing around the hall awaiting the rest to speak.
-----Raven looks at Kazel with a slight smile, then says. "All I hope is that you can butcher our enemies. The Hunter knows you have enough tools for the task."
-----The young warrior in the indigo and yellow surcoat patiently waits as the others step forward and introduce themselves. He looks thoughtfully at Sethanales after the half-elf's introduction. Once Kazel has spoken and has stepped back, he gives Raven and the blond woman a quick grin before stepping confidently forward.
-----He stands over six-foot tall, though he has a fairly thin frame. Only his upper torso and shoulders looked developed. Short spiky brown hair adorns his head and he has light blue eyes. His face is open and he has a friendly smile on his face.
-----Under his surcoat he wears a gleaming suit of chain mail that looks brand new. The surcoat hangs down to his knees. It has the yellow and indigo colours quartered and has been finely woven. He also wears a plain set of brown breeches and a pair of black riding boots. A magnificent longsword hangs down his back and a short sword in its scabbard on his hip. A dagger also is stuck down his right boot.
-----Upon stepping forward, he bows to Jacian Dawnrider and nods to the Lord Chamberlain. He then speaks to the three he has only recently met, "I'm Sol Herron. Nice to meet you all." He chuckles lightly and directs his next comment at Raven, "Don't worry Raven. I'm sure if Gimplefwick here was a true pirate, he'd already be in the dungeons." He steps back, and looks expectantly at the only one not to yet introduce herself.
-----A look of shock crosses Gimplefwick's face at the other's comments and he looks about at the guards and mutters to himself, "Not a true pirate!?! By my barnacle-encrusted butt, I'm the truest pirate ye've ever seen. See if you get any pie." The Dread Pirate continues eating his fruit pie, apparently oblivious to the fact that he hasn’t offered anybody else any pie either.