"So... ever had a job like this," your fellow mercenary, Royce, asks evenly. Never one to get excited, you've been partners with Royce for several years, almost since you started in the business. "I mostly get bandits, not monsters."

Your other partner, Jared, grunts, "Yeah, I thought the King's men usually got these jobs."

Not answering them right away, you peer into the mouth of the expansive cave network. To hear the villagers tell it, creatures would come from these caves in the dead of night, making off with men and women alike, apparently leaving only children safe. Frowning, you say, "No, never done one like this. Suppose those royal pricks can't handle it; they've always been soft."

Royce nods, checking his daggers and crossbow. He's one of the best scouts you've known, perfectly silent in nearly any environment. Royce has a personal taste for neck-shots, be it by a crossbow bolt or one of his sharp blades.

Jared, on the other hand, is the oddest merc you've ever heard of. At a glance, his six-foot tall height and massively bulging muscles would lend credit to a personal combat fighter, and though he's certainly capable, that's not his specialty. The big bruiser shifts in his chainmail, mumbling as his hands alight with various fire, poison and healing spells.

Finally, you round off the group as the plate-wearing, sword and shield wielding warrior. Your two friends like to tease you, naming you Sir James, though you're hardly the honorable fighter. A swift kick to the groin puts most opponents in proper position for a chop to the skull.

"Okay boys," you round on your team. "We don't know what's in there, or how aggressive these beasts are, so lets just kill everything, shall we?"

"Hear, hear," Jared grinned.

Before your trio awaits four paths into the cave. There is nothing to distinguish them from each other.