[center][color=fff79a]Catarina La'Spada[/color][/center]

Catarina felt proud that she managed to shake everyone's hands. They seemed fairly receptive of her greeting, especially the mage, Vivian. She had to admit, Catarina felt rather... Flustered at her flirtation. More so than with Veridis: a pretty boy like him flirting with Catarina didn't seem too odd, but for Vivan, an elf and a woman, to show some attraction to her... Well, Catarina wasn't put off by it. Mostly curious. Her attention was soon turned to the old man as he explained the job, where he wanted the party to delve into a recently unearthed ruin and grab the Chalice of Silence. Simple enough. Catarina remembered a time where she would have panicked or fretted over how little they had to work off of, but recent jobs she's had in the city of Saphire were much like this. Big risks, big rewards, no clue how to go about them. At least the mage guild were considerate enough to buy them supplies, which was more than what most people did.

Though when Veridis asked about contracts, Catarina also asked about it. [color=fff79a]"Some proof of business would be nice. Too many of my 'employers' have tried to off me to save a buck, and I have nothing for it except blood on my hands."[/color] It wasn't that Catarina wanted to deal with paperwork or anything, but one's word was only as good as one's life, and on these sorts of adventures you learn just how easy it is to lose a life. [color=fff79a]"And ten thousand gold... That's a lot of money, even if we have to split it among ourselves. But I'm sure you meant ten thousand gold for each of us, no?"[/color] 

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[center][color=brown]Parum[/color][/center]

Parum had heard everything she needed to know. Who these people were, what they needed to find, and where to get her supplies. Slipping out from the shadows, Parum stopped by the bar to order herself a large tankard of Dragon Punch Whiskey. She'd need it if she intends to take on this quest herself. Sure, ideally she'd work with others. But she doubts that the mage guild was really going to pay everyone ten thousand gold coins a piece; with that much money, they could just hire out the local fighter's guild to not only throw themselves at this ruin, but dig it out and excavate it too! These ruins were probably rife with danger, traps, and other assorted nastiness, but Parum was confident in her skills. Before she reached Saphire she had robbed dragon hordes, crypts of ancient kings, and stolen a giant's cheese from right under his nose. Granted she did all those things with a party, but they were more like distractions than actual help. Not even good distractions; she wouldn't be the sole survivor of the crypt quest if the paladin didn't insist on purging the tomb of it's undead.

Downing her cold brew, Parum left the tavern and quickly headed back to the inn she was staying at. She gathered up her things, stuffing it all into her big bag of holding, before rushing over to the stables. She didn't bother taking the streets; her big backpack was just going to get in people's way. No, what she did instead was even more insane. She climbed out of her winder and onto the rooftops, and proceeded to use her acrobatics and agility to hop across the buildings to the stables. Much faster, far less traffic, and it wasn't as if people looked up. Sometimes people were afraid to look up just as they're afraid to look down.