[spoiler]What does your character look like, and what weapons do you carry?[/spoiler] "Agreed," Ghost answers, "in fact, this is eerily similar to DnD in my high school days," he adds. Right on cue, a heavily cloaked man sits down at the table. A brush of his hand corrects the cloak, but you catch a glimpse of knight-like armor beneath, full plate. He looks around nervously, and then begins, "You two look new." Eyeing out clothes, which had changed to match the setting, he continues, "look. I'll get right to the point. The king needs two people, neutral to the politics of the land, to help him. If you agree, you'll be awarded. He says for me to take-" his voice is suddenly cut short. Choking on spittle, his mouth froths, and his eyes roll back up in his head. Collapsing to the ground, he is obviously dead. The previous air of joviality in the tavern is gone. The barkeep eyes the body warily, and the other customers all move away. You hear mutters, "the plague, it got another-" "these lands, we should get away while we-" "the fifth incident this-" The voice of an old man cuts through it all, "it's no plague I tell you," he says, "it's-" he too is cut off, as the people angrily deny his claims.