[h2]Cyren Searil[/h2]

The last day of the arduous journey. It was evening as the group of elves overlooked the prospering and hopeful settlement of Urenda. Morale had been dropping, with no firm idea how long the trip was going to take with such a big group. A few elves ended up dead due to brigands up until this point, and the vista reaffirmed everyone's good spirit despite the surroundings. A vestige of hope in this dying world.

As the group stopped to chatter with each other and determine the plan of action, Cyren and Rinsten - another fellow guardsman - were the one who sought out for help crossing into the city. It was only a matter of offering a few amenities in the form of cookware and some rations in order to secure safety for the whole group, along with some information involving the current state of the city and what was necessary to do when things to trade ended.

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Having been awake for all of the evening disregarding a small nap at the bar's table, Cyren was not yet done celebrating. Sitting across from Rinsten and Triel, Rinsten's sister, they were making the most of it without bothering to barter for alcoholic beverages.

"I know I said this before, but we did a good job bringing these people here. To think a bit of work and we can live here comfortably, it is not too bad a deal." With a wide grin, Cyren stretched his hands into the air before placing them behind his neck and leaning the chair back. "Not too bad a deal."

"Yes, it is. We might even be able to find a good guard position if we look around, and hopefully it will pay well. Volunteer work is nice, but there is more to life than being virtuous." It could be said that Rinsten's main goal in life seems to involve him fighting and earning money while doing so. In contrast -

"I would argue that protecting people is not the best course of action when earning money, but you already know that." Leaning her chin on her palm, Triel looked around idly. "There is probably a support position open somewhere that I can fill, maybe somewhere where I can act as a run around here rather than putting myself in danger too often." She wanted to live a full life. "What 'bout you, Cy?"

Cyren set the chair down on all fours as he yawned. After letting it pass, he responded in a cheerful tone. "I just go were the wind takes me, if you expect otherwise - you are wrong. Hopefully a good post will have an opening, but maybe I will find something else to do. Hard to say."

"Whatever it is, we will help you in any way as we can, right, sis?" Reaching over he places his arm across Triel's shoulder and pulls her close.

Ducking while pushing the arm back over her head, she moved herself away before finally responding. "Yes, that's right. That's what best friends are for." The chatting continued afterwards despite everyone's exhaustion.