[quote=@Gentlemanvaultboy]
Drubbins trundled up to the job board, holding one platter of pancakes in his hand and just picking them up and plopping them, whole, in his mouth. It was right nice of that bloke to clear up that confusion and but him all these pancakes. He liked that bloke.

While he'd been eating, though, it looked like one of the bosses underlings had put some real jobs up on that board. He reached over and ripped one down, then held it up over his head. This had worked before, so he called out. "OI! Who 'ere can read?"
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[timeskip; after breakfast] 

Several of the patrons left the Tavern in pursuit of missions the Priest had put up. Saha left her seat at the table to read the list of jobs available, at a short distance away from the gathered crowd. None interested her, and more importantly, they sounded too dangerous for her current state before she had regained full strength. 

The Big Guy hollered with a piece of notice that he held in a giant hand. 

“It said a couple lost their pet dog - a yellow mutt, goes by “Peanut”, that’s all - to be returned to 8 Bright Avenue, a red house in town. There’s a reward, doesn’t say how much or what it is.” 

Saha appraised the Big Guy: he looked strong and intimidating, stupid as ogres were, but he seemed nice-natured enough that she could use his strength to serve as protection as well as to get the simple job done. “Do you want to do this mission with me? I think you’re just the right bloke for the job,” she complimented.

“We better bring some food to bait the mutt,” she said, from years of experience in trying to get close to animals as a Naga, and ordered a piece of steak to go from Bernard.