"If y'say so, m'good... person." Rimau said after listening to what the Priest had to say, still unsure over what pronouns to use. He scratched his head as the Priest's words came tumbling into his mind, and back out again. [i]'Heh... poor kid.'[/i] He thought, remembering the standards of life set for him and the rest of his kind. [i]'Where I come from, people who try an' see the light usually end up makin' a bloody mess of 'emselves on the streets, heheh.'[/i]

He was about to shake his hand, until his attention was stolen by the big-pauldron dumbass. The Zizz squinted at that man with suspicion for a good while, listening in on his words. He didn't say that much, but he had a blank expression of purpose on his face, something Rimau was all too familiar with, to the point of it seemingly transcending the racial boundaries. It was the sort of expression made by a dedicated servant. A loyal attack dog. There was something about him that Rimau just didn't like, beyond simply looking ridiculous with his oversized equipment.

Rimau decided to turn away from him until he walked away from the nearby mission board, slapping the side of his head. He was worrying too much. Once he was out the way, Rimau took the opportunity to leave a coin on the bar (with the face of someone he didn't recognise on it) and turn his head around to inspect the board; his eyesight enabled him to see what was on the papers without having to clamber down and navigate the masses again; it wasn't that far away, anyways.

"Well now, what do we 'ave 'ere?" He muttered to himself as he took a look, scratching the side of his chin. There were a few jobs in the city, which weren't really his thing; he'd seen enough of urban warfare in his time, and none of them seemed suited to his skillset anyway. Ignoring the fetch-quests, there were a couple of jobs offered by some local noblemen.

They both demanded the return of something, that something having been stolen from them. One of them, a golden mask, and the other, his daughter. The rescue mission seemed easier, with the tribe responsible for the kidnapping in open territory, but Rimau was never one for babysitting spoilt princess-types. Plus, if he knew human nobility, they'd pay a lot more for a trinket than for their trophy daughters. Tough decision.