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Calling the DM. DM, please join your party in the game, please. DM to Aisle d20, please.

"Keep the column moving. Longtooth and I will scout ahead, keeping eyes out for trouble." N'Gurai pulls out a shiny silver whistle he purchased for this purpose. "If you hear this, come running."

"I am N'Gurai. This is Longtooth. He will find his own food. You cannot carry enough 'rations' to feed him. I have gear for myself, as well as a small tent and wayfinder. Longtooth can carry some gear. I do not have suggestions for purchase, though more ammunition for my rifle and bandages for our inevitable wounds may be wise."

The only thing I think would be nice to have if someone does not already have is one of those compass devices.

You mean, one of these? Being rich hath its privileges..

"Let us depart then. I tire of the smell of this place. And Longtooth's getting hungry..." N'Gurai smiles unpleasantly like his kaiju.

"I'm ready to go anytime. My family will be glad to be rid of the dishonor of having me."

"I will go. This soft life is no good for Longtooth and I. We crave the blood, the heat of battle, the song of the dead and dying. We will go." N'Gurai looks almost enraptured with the thought of it all.

N'Gurai sits up straighter at the idea of risk. "Risk? I will do it. Anything to escape the tedium of sitting in a city waiting to die."

N'Gurai nods, taking his hand off his dagger to drink the eldritch drink poured by unseen hands. He keeps his hand on Longtooth, though, and makes a rumbling sound in his chest that seems to sooth the beast.

He studies the others, the armored one and the summoner with the elfin eidolon. The summoner seems of the usual sort of Telvanni, peaceful and unknown to violence. The armored one, however, seemed more to his taste: blooded and used to the hunt. 'Good. He might survive then.' he thinks.

N'Gurai rests one hand on the tyrannosaurus next to him and one hand on the dagger at his side. He stares forcefully ahead, as if daring to shun the laws and rules of his people. His companion, a man-sized thunder lizard, rumbles slightly in his chest, alarmed by the presence of the unseen magic all around him. N'Gurai murmurs a few low sounds and the dinosaur calms.

"Given how rare these summons are and how precious your time and attentions are to the defense of his city, I take it that you wish a service of us, no?"

I intentionally left parts of the backstory vague in order to allow the DM space to insert as needed. I have no problems with that!

I think N'Gurai is pretty much ready for review.