That looks like four people! Time to set off!
Somewhere on the outskirts of town, near the Lucky Centaur Tavern...
"So!" J'eln stands there, with hands on his pudgy hips, staring at the four of you with his piercing blue eyes.
"I have assembled you here to-day for a most important quest. As I have already told you at some time in the recent past, you are to retrieve the Many-Coloured Bouquet from the Pit Of Death.
He turns and points at the swampy, horrid area behind him, beginning just a few metres from the last rundown buildings of the city limits.
"That is the Marsh of Mirages! To get to the Pit of Death, you must go down there, cross Breezegrief Brook, and then travel onwards to the Bridge of the Gauntlet of the Destroyer, cross that, and then you're in the Blighted lands. From there the Pit is pretty easy to find. In fact, you can't miss it!
He looks down the hill a bit. There is a band of monstrous warriors charging up at you, armed with glaives. They have the arms of a gecko, fur of a cat, front paws of a fox and the torso of a crow. One of them shouts, "Hu! Tholo dhoav ulo! Lod ik karr dhon vav uvk kod hano dal dou!" The others all screech agreement as they charge.
"I had, er, best get back to planning. And stuff. Good luck! And try not to die!"
J'eln hands Terence a strange, cylindrical object labeled 'Plasmic Vitalizer-Module', mumbles something about it coming in handy and then flees back inside the tavern, slamming the rickety door behind him. Good riddance. He had an annoying voice.
>The four of you are alone. Confronted by enemies. Ready... For battle. I think?
It is time to begin your quest. These foul minions of something-or-other will (probably) not stop you.
...Come to think of it, you should probably find out who sent them.
>What now?