Lost Pathfinders Found!

In the depths of a wizard's unkempt study, seven adventurers who were thought lost have been found. They met in the midst of the ninth month of two-thousand and ninth year of the Common Era in the most traditional (read: clichéd) of places: an inn. After a night of subdued revelry, nothing more was heard from them. What happened to them? Where did they go? Where they slain by monstrous foes? No. They were imprisoned in the aforementioned wizard's study. Until now. Last night, they fought their collective way out in the brilliant light of ... of ... the moon(?). First to emerge was a slender gnomish man of three feet, five inches. His unkempt hair is a mossy-greenish-brown and his eyes are grey, while his skin has a coppery hue. At his belt lies a sickle (such as a farmer might use) and a sheathed sword with a curved blade. Almost as long as the gnome is tall is the badger that trots along beside him. Next came a slender young woman of five feet, nine inches. Her hair is brown and falls in waves over her shoulders; her eyes are blue. She has a sheathed rapier and dagger at her belt. After her was a well-built man of six feet, one inch. His skin is a very dark green – almost black – while his cheekbones are high and there are several savage-looking scars on his face. A pair of enlarged canine teeth jut upward from his lower jaw and his brow is heavy. Then emerged a petite young woman of five feet, two inches. Her hair is black and falls in waves to her shoulders; her eyes are blue. A rapier, with a particularly unusual red hilt, is sheathed at her belt; in her hand is a wooden flute. And, finally, there came a slender young man of five feet, eleven inches. His hair is black and cropped to his neck; his eyes are green. At his belt, he has a sheathed long-sword and dagger. All were clad in the weather-worn and travel-stained clothing they wore in the inn. And their names? (Respectively) Gìmlīng'góndāntăofèn, Kes Trell, Toove, Theliane Redhilt and Kellen Darkblade. One is conspicuous in their absence: Silindra, the slender young woman of five feet, seven inches. She has straight, blonde hair that she wears long and almond-shaped eyes that appear purple. Her skin is pale with hints of blue around her ears and chin, while the tips of her ears rise to gentle points. At her belt, she has a sheathed longsword and dagger. She has failed to find her way out.