Ro pulled the letter from its envelope again, scanning the words over mostly out of boredom as she sat on the back of a halfling trade wagon. She had hitched a ride under the (false) claim that the road had a bit of a bandit infestation lately and that she would guard them and keep them safe should the fiends show up. It was a white lie really, no one was losing out, and if bandits or some other source of trouble -did- show up Ro would certainly deal with them, she just didn't feel like walking that day.
"Tch." The letter annoyed her. This complete stranger was asking for her help without so much as a mention of a reward. Does this fool take me for a charity or something? An irritated sigh escaped her lips as she continued to read. Life and death? That's awfully dramatic, and whom is this a life and death matter for exactly? She shook her head as she folded the letter up again. She truly wanted to just crush the thing up into a ball and toss it to the side of the road but... Something stopped her, she simply couldn't bring herself to do it. This mystery author here is lucky I happened to be close by... Oh well, suppose I was a bit bored anyways. She slipped the letter back into her pocket before leaning back on her hands, idly watching the sky as they travelled down the bumpy road.
Several hours later they arrived at the outskirts of Metrea. With a wave and wishes of good luck Ro hopped off from the wagon and made her way into the city. The area the tavern was in was the type Ro usually avoided, dirty, rowdy, and smelly. It wasn't hard to get directions to the tavern, but Ro took her time getting there. Taverns were generally not places Ro was fond of even under the best of conditions, and this place... The "Outlands Tavern" seemed to be an exact concoction of everything Ro hated about taverns. She stared the door down for several moments before adjusting her clothing, securing her belongings and her rapier, and grudgingly opening the door.
The place somehow defied even Ro's worst expectations. The stench, the noise, everything about it repulsed her. Despite her immense desire to vacate the place, something in the back of her head pushed her onward. She moved quickly between the patrons, not even sparing them a glance as she searched for whoever had called her here. And there he was, an absolutely conspicuous man dressed wholly in white. Ro was surprised she hadn't noticed him the instant she had entered the tavern. As she approached the large table she noticed the man in white was not alone, sitting with him were three others. A man, a dragonborn, and a... Goblin? This is getting stranger by the second.
After briefly eyeing the others over Ro took a seat, seemingly relieved to not be in the midst of the chaos that flooded the rest of the tavern. The four of them seemed to be content to simply sit in silence. Lively bunch... She dismissed the thought with a shrug and leaned back in her chair, arms crossed as she muttered to herself. "So a man, a dragonborn, a half-elf, and a goblin walk into a bar... Can't say I've heard this one before."