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Your party's wizard is Eliora, a pretty, sharp featured, white haired elf, dressed elegantly but functionally as she sits, perched primly on a mossy log. She looks up from her spellbook and smiles, adjusting her glasses.

"Whoo! Take it off!"

Your party barbarian-fighter, Kevan, a red haired young man with a strapping set of muscles, doesn't even roll his eyes, he's quite used to this sort of thing by now, travelling with an otherwise all-female adventuring party. He just finishes removing his jacket, leaving his biceps sluttily exposed by his sleeveless top.

"When will this harassment end?" He fake-complains as he cricks his neck. He looks at you and gestures ahead with a jerk of his head.

"You going to help me or-?"

The thing he's gesturing to is the old, semi-rotten wooden gate to the dungeon your party was looking for. Eliora deduced its location, your wood elf ranger Vera lead you through the woods for days in search of it, and is currently setting up a good campsite for your retainers.

As for you.

>What class are you?

>What race are you?

>What Is your background?

>What is your name?

>And will you help him? Or let the eye candy earn his room and board?