On a certain day in late autumn, four NPCs met at a certain remote temple, hidden off to the side in a vast area that had once been at endgame levels two expansions ago.
At a glance, the group was fairly diverse. There was a tall, handsome young man with an open, friendly face, wearing the gear of a knight who perhaps had some swashbuckling tendencies. Beside him was a scowling rogue dressed in dark leathers, toying idly with a blade. A shrine devotee, too young to have quite reached her majority and wearing the finery of a completely different god than the one enshrined here, joined them. And finally, a completely unremarkable gunman in the uniform of the town guard for a small city rounded out the lot.