![Image](http://i447.photobucket.com/albums/qq195/badams30/1418886502296_zps1mxb7crm.png)
It's a sunny and pleasant morning in the town of Restenford. Several trade boats have arrived at the docks and are being unloaded of their supplies and wares at a feverish pace. Two small trade caravans have arrived from the East as well, replacing two more that departed for Dolmvay at sunrise. Locals are out and about, and the occasional militia guard is seen, casually engaged in their duty. It's a busy but fairly typical day in this frontier town.
You've arrived in town today, some of you travelling a long distance, and others from locales a bit closer by. Your journey has brought you here for reasons known only to you, but with one common thing: the desire to adventure - whether the end goal is wealth, fame, religious duty, or otherwise. As you know or have been informed, the best way to go about this is to locate the nearest adventurers guild and register. After that, your future awaits!
You've all been directed to a small two story building that looks like it was once a modest warehouse. A large bench sits to the right of the sturdy looking oak door with a tarnished brass knocker at it's center. Two windows flank the door, one on each side. A rather plain sign is tacked above the doorway, carved into the sign and emphasized with a coat of blue paint are the words "Adventurers Guild" in large font. A strange assortment of individuals, you all arrive at roughly the same time. A stern and muscled human Paladin, his profession unmistakable due to the large shield holy symbol he is wearing - a constable of the Order of the Holy Shield. A smiling and effervescent halfling, flitting about with zestful energy and bright eyes. A human priest, clearly a follower of Otarr, curiously observing his surroundings, and finally - a large half orc warrior - his orc heritage unmistakable due to his greenish skin and orcish features. He stands silently near the bench, looking rather menacing, although he doesn't seem to be consciously trying to be intimidating.
You all pace about outside the building for a moment, when suddenly the door swings open with a loud squeak, and standing in the doorway is a rotund man with multiple chins and a prominent comb over of his thinning brown hair. He is dressed in good clothing befitting a merchant or someone of means. He smooths his clothing and nods with a huge grin, motioning toward the open doorway. In a deep voice he bellows "Good Morning, gentlemen." He gazes at each of you, pausing for a moment taking in the sight of the large half orc. He nods approvingly. "I'm Arturo - acting guildmaster. And what a sturdy looking band of friends you are. Who are you, and what can I do for you?"
He smiles, placing his hands on his hips, with raised eyebrow, apparently waiting for you to speak.
(you are located on the map of Restenford at building "R", on the north side of the river near building 20.)