Returning what was lost

In a run down tavern dead in the center of the city of Pandevra, everyone was drinking, being thrown out and being merry. All except two figures in the corner at a small table. They had been there all night, drinking and mumbling between themselves, they seemed to be complaining about taking a new "job" so soon, whatever that meant. The waiting girl had noticed their choice in drink to be expensive, but they didn't even flinch at the over blown price. Though, she did not wish to stay, or cared if they COULD pay.

The first, and most intimidating of the two, was Acillatem. A huge Gnoll with light gray fur, clad in black leather armor with creases on the chest that made it look as though a mouth was screeching like a devil from the nine hells. Wrapped around his left fore-arm over his vambrace was a spiked chain, and at the end of it, a ring with 4 knives looped into it. Upon his back sat his bow, a twisted thing of red metal and a string made of silk from a tomb spider, and strong enough to hold all 260 lbs of the Gnoll if needed. He was a seeker, a tracker, a master with the bow, and able to imbue it with properties both magic and demonic. He was relatively free of scars unlike most gnolls, due to him being...Ejected from his pack soon after his birth.

The other, and equally unusual, was a Drow, a dark elf with silver hair and red eyes. The name he adopted was "Black Shook", after a ghost dog with red eyes. On his right arm, affixed to a gauntlet, were four light green blades about 16 inches long at a backward angle, and drenched in the poison of a green dragon. He was a druid, a speaker to and controller of nature,and as his catalyst he carried a staff of white wood with a moon inscribed on the tip. Upon his lean build was a light chest piece made of well kept bones, held together by runes of binding, but it was concealed with a black cloak with silver lining the edges..

At the other end of the tavern, was their third member, looking at a job board, was their leader, Cyto. A dragon born of tan scales and huge build. He was adorned in red armor of overlapping scales, that ended in razors. He carried two heavy weapons. The first, a black great sword with a web design across the blade, which imbued it with a thin and wickedly sharp edge. The other, a massive trident of red metal and the blades of the trident arched inward slightly, with a large serrated blade in the middle. He fought with one weapon at a time, to add as much force into the strikes as he could. usually enough to cleave a drider's carapace clean in half, or launch his trident 100 yards.

"Hey boys!" he called out, startling everyone in the bar. "I got one, easy money, so stop your bitchin' "

The Drow and Gnoll turned to each other "That's exactly what you said about the barbarian tribe in the north! We didnt finish that job until 2 weeks after!" The Gnoll resigned first, and with a sigh that turned into a wicked grin "So what do we get to kill?"

"Nothing to special, a few orcs and kobalds deep in a cave not to far from here. HA! The same one Snaggle Tooth was thinking about staying in to skimp on paying for a room" Cyto replied with a chuckle and a swig of the drink 'Snaggle Tooth' paid for. "The buggers are really deep though" and with a glance at shook, he asked "Can your cat and mutt find 'em", referring to a panther and wolf shook...kept around

"Most definitely"

"Great, we leave tomorrow morning, and last one ready has to carry the loot back" Cyto called with a wave of his hand as he walked for his room. at the top of the stairs he called to Acillatem "Don't go and give all the pay to some girl who thinks you are  doggy again"

Shook smiled as he similarly went to his room. The Gnoll could not help but chuckle as he remembered the face of a modified mother, then a .....grateful one