[Lasher]

Through much prayer to his god and Posiedon, god of the seven seas, Lasher arrived at the often talked about but rarely seen by his people mainland. He was tired from fighting the great whirlpool, and doing battle with mythical creatures, so he searched the port for a place to rest and eat.
He was about to retire to his room when he saw a wanted poster tacked upon the bullitin board.... It was his goat.
Apparently there were some people down the street on the same noble quest he was. With a prayer of thanks, he raced down to the "tap and tea". With a quick peek through a dirty window, he saw a group of about 10 people, fellows he could trust by the looks of them. Lasher sized up the knight, subconsciously counting the ways he could kill him with his bare hands. He imagined pitting his wisdom against the sneaky sage and shuddered. This was a group he could join forces with, for surely their intentions were good and they seemed to be aligned with his own quest.
Lasher walked through the door, sat down next to the drunk women, and ordered a meal.