Mission 1
Shortly after the hulking Warforged, a dwarf walked in, almost seeming out of place. He held himself in a different light, proud and confident. His clothes shimmered as he walked, and fabric was of the finest quality. He wore an impressive Gemmed ring on his finger, a Mithril band with an assortment of stones along its edges, and a large center cut ruby in the middle that seemed to glow. He carried what appeared to be a small satchel at his side, the strap coming over his shoulder. As he stepped in, he took a quick look around. After, he smiled brightly, his well-groomed beard shifting slightly as he spoke.
"Well, pleasure it is to meet yah. I suspect you were all summoned here by the headman, same as I?" He moved further in and looked at each of them before continuing. "Names Magnus. Member of the Warding guild." He took a look at the Warforged first.
"So amazing. Still gives me chills thinking about the sheer skill it took to craft one of you, much less make you independent and sentient. Ah, I see your composite plating is Mithril. Beautiful. Simply exquisite." He said, his eyes almost looking over the Warforged like he was still on an auction block, before he then moved towards the one hiding in a corner. He didn't step to close, and gave the wolf a wave.
"Why are you sitting way over there lass? I suspect the boss is goanna want us to be sittin in the chairs he set out for us. No need to be nervous or shy." He said, offering out his hand for her to take. AFter all, it would be ungentlemanly to leave a women crouched on the floor like an animal, even if she sort of was one.