Darius, Human Fighter

Darius looks ahead the other group warily, his eyes dart back and forth from his own party to them. *The immense bags under his eyes seem to show more than just fatigue, *underneath his cold, hard stare is an inexplicable sadness. *He keeps his firey arrow notched to his bow, waiting for someone to make a move.

Well dammit, somebody's gotta talk.

"I have had enough of this place. *I've had enough of dark, dank tunnels and unearthly cold. *I've had enough of stale food, of running low on water. *I've had enough of terrible guides, and I've had enough of grimlocks, chasm, drow, and *urg* poison arrows. *The name's Darius, I don't know who you people are, or why you're here, but I know I don't want to fight you."

(OOC: I really like where this is going, DR)