Spicy Wolves

Why don't we start our roleplay here, since no one else will? I'll start. Save the character profiles and discussion for other topics. If anyone has any objections, please let me hear them now.
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It wasn't even high noon; the travellers were making good time. Their wagon reached the side of a cliff that gave them a clear view of their destination below.

The group consisted of a gray-haired merchant driving his wagon full of goods, his assistant who sat beside him, and an armed escort on foot.

The young man wearing chainmail stepped up to the cliff to observe the large gathering of buildings in the distance. "That's Lironus! If you're planning to stay for any amount of time, there's a whole lot to do there!" He exclaimed. "At this rate, I wager we'll be at the gates before sundown."

And with that, they started to make their way down the hill on the road to the city. The light brown-haired man in armor trotted up next to where his escortees were sitting and walked beside them, nonchalantly folding his hands behind his head.

"I'm glad you agreed to be our escort, Cysma. We really did need you that day." The merchant said to him.

"Hey, not a problem! I was wanting to go to Lironus anyway!" The younger man replied. "Hmm...Craft...Lawrence Craft, was it?"

"That is my name." Lawrence confirmed.

"Can I just call you Larry?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"I like the name Larry Craft. The name reminds me of this one lady I once went adventuring with. Her name kind of sounded like yours. Anyways, we raided an ancient tomb together. That was lots of fun."

Lawrence didn't particularly care about Cysma's adventuring tales, but he didn't dislike them. They met up in a small town several days ago when Cysma was trying to sell off the spoils of his dungeon-delving. Since then, the two struck up a deal: Whatever treasure Cysma finds on this trip and wishes to sell, Lawrence will try to give him a good deal without haggling.

"Say, I've even ventured far up north." Cysma began another story. "I even found this one obscure village called Yoitsu--"

"Yoitsu!?" Craft's companion, a girl wearing a hood, shrieked, cutting off the adventurer. "What do you know about Yoitsu!?"

"Well..." Cysma began, but stopped when all three noticed the figure of another person standing in the road in front of them, blocking their path...

Somebody, please respond!

I would but I'm not very imaginitive when it comes to text based games.

"Well..." Cysma began, but stopped when all three noticed the figure of another person standing in the road in front of them, blocking their path...

In front of our heroes, there was standing a human figure, dragging something as big, that it blocked the whole road.

("Nani mono da!"(just kidding))
"Who's there, show yourself!" shouted the chain mail equipped footman.

"You would not attack a humble hunter, would you, soldier?" The figure answered and showed himself. It was some sort of foot soldier, wearing a leather armor set ...but that was not that interesting, as the big wild boar corpse behind him, the dead animal was about two times bigger than the unknown hunter. This wild boars are normally being hunted by five to ten people, so the silver haired merchant asked:

"Ah, excuse us for our rudeness, but might we know who you are and where the rest of your hunting squad is ?"

"..."The stranger was being quiet for a while, almost as he wasn't there, he was looking and studying our characters, then he suddenly said "Oh, it was not my intention to be rude too. I am known as Valentinez Alcelenalez Seeha Hooshizavolellez Gumbi Govella Blue Strattavarri Tallentrent Pierre Aundre Chartenhemos Alvaddovitchi Valdos George Doitzhel Kaizer the III. but for short, you can call me Arth, and as of my squadron, I'm alone out here, I was just taking my prey back to town-"

"-...I hate it when humans lie..." mumbled the girl with the hood.

"And just to be clear, I'm either joking, nor telling a lie hooded girl, I just happen to know, that raging wild boars are full of danger, but scared wild boars are predictable and easy to hunt." talked Arth back at Horo. "Well, then, I hope that you are not that poor as of your looks, friends, because the passes to the nearest city cost pretty much of a tribute." after that said, the hunter dragged the wild boar corpse down the road.

Our heroes were again among themselves...