Arriving at the inn perhaps?Stick with the names of places tho

So we are setting the scene at Solace in The Last Home.

((Yeperdoodle))

((One last question. What kind of attitude should my mage dude have?))

((Raistlen like...I guess i'll start with a(n) intro))

Charina scrubbed a spot off the counter,"Done!" she replied looking at the spotless Inn Of The Last Home.She sat down tiered.

((How similar should they be? Just want to make sure so I play it right))

Oak, the owner of The Last Home, smiled at her. "Great timing, Charina. The first of the evening's crowd is filtering in," he said to her. "Better start tending to them so we don't fall behind." He turned and disappeared into the kitchen in the back.

((Same persona sorta...pull what you don't think fits in out.))

"okay!" she smiled and waited

A hooded figure(Starsong) walked in and sat in the corner,a tall plainsman walked in with her.

((keep the staff and such?))

((Alright. He will not be gold skinned, but maybe he has gold eyes.... but no hourglass pupils. Don't want to copy now. As for the staff, do you mean the one Goldmoon brought?))

As evening threatened to douse the land in darkness, the usual crowd made their way inside, though several seemed a bit unusual, like soldiers, maybe?

Meanwhile, outside, a grumbling dwarf sat, waiting. In his hands, he worked a piece of wood with his knife. He looked up and around. "Damn that half elf, making me sit here longer than an old dwarf should. I should be at The Last Home right now, enjoying my dinner by the fire."

A mage, clad in red robes, leaned heavily on the staff in his hand. He turned slightly to look behind him. His eyes glittered as his gaze took on an expression of annoyance. "Hurry up, you oaf. How is it I'm walking faster than you?" He snapped.

((I thinks that's amazing!Yeah that staff))

Rowan hurried to where they had set up to meet,"Sorry-Berrum-I'm-Late" he waved off the air catching his breath


Dorrin hurried up,"This armor's heavier than your robes are,and it's hot." he shifted a bit at the scolding.

Charina made her way to the Unusual Crowd,"So what can i get'cha'll tonight?" she asked

((Yes, keep the staff. It's important to the storyline.))

Berrum looked up as the breathless male stumbled up to him. "Bah, no need to apologize. You're here now, aren't you?" He replied. He stood up and quickly put away the carving he had been working on. "Say, Rowan, you've started a beard."

Amicus huffed lightly, but turned back towards the tavern in the Vallenwood tree. He continued on and pushed through the door with a light cough. He immediately set a path towards the table near the fireplace.

The men would look her up and down, and it was obvious their thoughts. "Dinner and some ale. What else would we be here for?" one man seemed to grump.