"We should leave"
"Oh, come on. we are together in this" whispered Neroe, much or more ashamed than Maylara. "And we spent some of our last coins renting these stupid costumes YOU choose."
They search for a band of adventurers to be part, despise their efforts, was in vain... so Maylara suggested they should give a try to some of the suggestions they where given:
With their last coins, they went to the "Zannas Adventurers Guild Official Store™
, buying the basic adventurers pac... as well asking for the store clerck for 'female adventurers equipment', renting it.
And so, they entered in the tavern of "The Shady Corners"
with their dark capes and hoods covering their faces -they were said that ANY adventurer had of course a cape!-
They went to the bar, asking for some ale, and with her more shadowy and mysterious tone -they were practicing in the street!- Neroe spoke to the Vanolosé bartender, telling him that they where adventurers looking for job.
"And now?" said May, sipping her Ale. It tasted terrible.
"we... we should take out or cloacks?" said Neroe
Soon, some drunktards came to try to speak with them -not any adventure related themes, I'm afraid-. The night seemed that would be a complete dissaster, thought Neroe, sighing.
"Ma'am" said the bartender, giving her a jug of beer. He pointed to the other corner of the bar. "That man over there is giving it to you as a gift"
"Again?" she said, bothered. Surely this was an horrible idea.
"Is to began a conversation. About business" said the bartender.
"ugh! I'm not that kind of elf!"
"He is looking for Adventurers" said the Bartender.
Neroe turned then to Maylara, telling her.
"Stay there! I come back in a moment!"
Maylara nodded, but as she was left alone, she looked nervous around: Less drunktards came to her, in difference to Neroe, surely due the fame of the drows... but what make it creepier was that the ones who came, said some frightening propositions if she can be their Mistress, and other things she prefeered to not even try to understand.
After some minutes, Neroe was back, along with an armored dwarf and a man of uncertain race -a bit orcish maybe?-
“I don’t go in adventures with drows. They are bad news.” said the dwarf, as Neroe showed her companion she spoke them so good about to them.
“Duuuude. They are hot”
“You like elves now?” asked the dwarf to his comrade, raising one of his eyebrows
“I’m half elf.” Answered the barbarian “And we need a cleric and a scout for our party!”
"Yeah! And I'm a generic sylvan elven scout and archer" said quickly Neroe, pointing the bow she rented that day in the storye. "And a cleric? You are lucky today!” said Neroe, hugging Maylara. "She is the Priestess of a shadowy, blood thirsty drow Goddess of the underworld, but who abandoned the path of darkness, being a traitor to her whole race!"
"really?" said surprised Maylara.
"But despise that, she still is a dominatrix drow woman 1.200 years old!"
"really?" said, again, Maylara... but she remembered, that as she doesn't know how to calculate the age of the non-elves, the non-elves doesn't know to calculate the age of elves -some even think they are immortal!-. 1.200 years old? Wow. Anyway. The first time they asked her age and she answered she was 36 years old, they even asked later if she was even legal.
"What an impressive background!" said the Barbarian.
The dwarf groaned, but he didn't said anything as Neroe and the man make the deal to form a group.
"We meet tomorrow in the northern gates after breakfast! We have a cave to explore, and a treasure to loot!"