Prologue:
The walk back towards the town was long. When it comes to long tedious things like walking, your mind tends to wander. The strange group of heros wondered to themselves a great many things as civilization drew closer.
Prudence's mind was adrift with the images of the guards she annihilated with her Eldrich Blast, which had already earned her respect amongst the others. Or prehaps that was fear, no matter, they were the same thing to Prudence. Her crimson skin was glowing a lighter shade of red in the happy sunshine, making it look a little less like blood then usual. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. Just like she wasn't sure about that pirate, every time she looked back at him she got a funny feeling, like when she went more then a week without making a sacrifice to Cuthulu. She brushed the thought aside by letting the haunting yellow energy of her Eldrich Blast dance between her fingers. This finally made her speak.
As Prudence had begun to speak in her deceiving cheery voice, telling the crew about how much she had enjoyed annihilating her foes. Dob was absentmindly strumming notes on his lute, he knew the others were still getting used to the sight of him. Admittedly, no one would expect a half orc to be the group musician. Of course, no one expected the boy who had been all but dead on a mountain would survive to become a hero, so there was that. A trace of "Boom Boom Boom" began to escape his lute as he smiled and wonder what his sister would say to him.
Merilwin wore a very neutral expression, but inside she was doing a mental dance. Her bow and quiver were slung over her shoulder and her laurel wreath bounced along with her braids as he glanced around at the rest of the team like an curious child. Despite her solitary nature, and her usual discomfort around people, she felt so pleased about being able to help. She thought about all the animals who would be proud of her for keeping the natural world in balance.
Corazon De Leon was flipping a gold coin while staring ahead. The rest of group was walking in front of them, most likely trying to block out Prudence as she recounted how the most recent battle had reminded her of the slaughter of Duros. While they all seemed deep in thought, they also seemed content with the current situation. Corazon's disposition was certainly not content, how could they possibly let all of the gold escape their clutches!? One thing was for. sure, once they had collected all of the reward money, he was going solo again. Sure, the group seemed nice if unprofessional and slightly demonic, but he had money to plunder and that was something he did alone. But just as Corazon arrived in town, and the group began to split up and start curing people, he felt a strange tinkle on his neck. As if he was being lightly pricked by a tiny lightning rod. It wasn't what he thought it was...right?