I hurried after the wizard and drew level with him, as I sheathed my swords.
"So what's going on?" I asked him.
"There's no time," he huffed, his cloak flapping behind him.
"He said the same at me," growled the dwarven barbarian, whose name I still didn't know, from behind us.
"And as I told you Master Dwarf, I have no desire to repeat myself each time we come across a new member," replied the wizard sternly.
"Member of what?" I asked confused.
"Of the adventuring party of course!" sighed the wizard.
"What adventuring party?" I replied.
"The one I'm assembling," answered the wizard exasperated.
I shock my head and dropped back to the dwarf. "Err," I said "I never caught your name."
He glared at me out of the corner of his eye warily "Bi-" he began, "Er I mean Barûmnâzil."
"That's a mouthful," I commented, "I'm Elutian." Under my breath I added "At least I am now."
The dwarf gave me a curious, but also somehow understanding look. Before he could say anything the wizard stopped abruptly, causing the two of us to stop even abrupter and almost trip over. He turned to the two of us and said "The third member of our group is near, ready yourselves, and perhaps we could be more cautious this time."
I was too taken aback by things to question the wizard's choice of numbering and instead strung my bow and nocked an arrow.
"Ba,"h spat the dwarf "If we'd done things slowly last time the drow here would be dead." Despite this, he merely hefted his axe and waited for instruction from the wizard.
The wizard slowly walked forwards, head darting left and right, searching for something. "Here," he whispered, pointing his staff down a side alley.
