Mayt shrugged to Sasha. "Just Jobs really, and thinking. I try to practice my abilities, but they don't really seem to be improving." He shrugs, finishing his drink, and making sure everything fits on his body well. "I've learned a little bit of blacksmithing though, figured I'd have to to keep my sword in shape. So I guess that's new." He drew his blade partway to show that the edge had been sharpened, and it has a few more burn marks that seem like the one he had shown on his first job with Sasha. Too deep to get out. He puts the blade away, and smiles a little.
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Mithera looked over at Master Jamie, and snorted, thinking about the suggestion. She looked down, and scratched into the dirt '2 big?' She motioned to herself. She was large enough to scare away most anyone looking for trouble, and undoubtedly warn someone of an impending attack, especially considering she's a dragon at the moment, and was probably associated with the guild by now. Anyone seeing her would likely either flee or prepare, and she didn't have time to turn to her smallest form before they left.