TIMEOTHY'S DND CAMPAIGN IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS

William thoughtfully sips on a glass of mild ale that's been set out on a table. He looks at the people around him with considerable curiosity, considering what they could have been called for. It seems to him that the only reasons he would be brought in, given what he tends to do, would be something along the lines of protecting a caravan or performing an expedition, a friendly game of cards, or perhaps a fishing trip; he quickly rules out most of these possibilities, deciding that most of the people in the room don't particularly resemble merchants, that such a rich man would surely be unwilling to play for stakes that any of them could afford, and that one couldn't possibly need so many people for a simple fishing trip.

He silently notes, as he finishes his glass, that he could well be wrong-- as the saying goes, those between a king and an ordinary man are twice as mad as both-- and decides to ask the nearest butler if he knows why the group has been assembled.