It smelled of dust and mildew, and five or so circular tables were placed haphazardly around the room. Small lanterns that produced a warm, dim light hung from the walls. 

Inside the room were five people. They were all very different in terms of height and skin color. When the creak of old hinges sounded, the leader of The Five, Ace, looked up at the Cleric. They were a tall, slender person with medium-length brown hair. They were wearing dark brown leather armour underneath a light dingy silver chest plate and grieves. They also had a dark cloak over the top of their armor; the hood had stained white fur around the trim. 

They were sitting up top of a circular table with their foot on a wooden chair, telling a thrilling story of sorts before the Cleric interrupted. 

"Ramsey," they said, with a light tone in their voice. "What can we help you with today?"  

"The Queen..." Ace's head perked up at the mention of the Queen. "... has a mission for you," Ramsey, the Cleric, said a melancholy tone in his voice. 

"Oh?" a young boy, only sixteen to seventeen years of age, answered. "Is it a fight?" his eyes seemed bright and earnest at the thought. 

"Archer, let Ramsey finish, and you'll know if it's a fight or not." a good-looking, very dark-skinned woman with long black eyelashes, her head and neck were covered in a intricatley designed hijab.

"The first course of action is that The Star has been born," Ramsey says, looking more at Ace and an older Asian lady around late thirties early forties, Tala, than anyone else in the group. 

"The star? Really? I never thought that it would be born in my lifetime," Ace says, their voice growing in suspicion that this is true. 

"Yes, really. It's a parakeet girl in a small village with only twenty-ish people. The village is up north past the capital; it's called Tarbrooke," Ramsey says. 

"Tarbrooke, I've never heard of it," Tala mutters.

"Yeah, as I said, a tiny village. But now, to you five, Queen Tallim wants you to kidnap the girl, burn the town down, and kill everyone. She doesn't want a single person to be able to tell of this deed, keep her reputation with the kingdom high," Ramsey says, his throat choking slightly at the words, kill everyone.

"How many people must die for the 'good of the kingdom?'" he thinks to himself. "As many as needed."

"Well, this is definitely a job for us," Alika added. 

"Yes, you five have your advantages," Ramsey stated, his voice almost in a growl when saying advantages. 

"Anyway, when does my Queen want us to leave?" Ace asked, just trying to keep on topic. 

"As soon as possible," Ramsey answered. 

"Then we should get packing; thank you, Ramsey, for coming all this way. We'll take it from here," Ace said, getting off the table. They stood in front of Ramsey, almost towering over him. They were pretty tall, standing at six foot three inches. They reached out their hand as if to say goodbye. 

"Actually, I'll be coming with you," as Ramsey said this, Ace looked at Ramsey with a gaze that pierced right through Ramsey—bringing down his already fragile confidence towards The Five even more. 

Ace brings their hand back behind their back, grabbing it with the other and bending down directly at their waist. Inches away from Ramsey's face, Ace spoke, "Oh, why would we," they gesture at the group behind them. "...need you," they said, poking Ramsey in the chest. 

"W-Well, you don't need me, but the star needs to be blessed by a cleric before her first birthday to provide the best results. We s-should bless her as soon as possible," Ramsey stutters out. 

"Oh, why didn't you say so," Ace says while standing upright. 

"I-I'm sorry," Ramsey muttered.