[h1]Cyare Staunton: Within the City[/h1]

She would never understand how people found city life attractive. Cramped, crowded, and clustered around a dozen different mercantilist hubs. They were fascinating to observe, and her eyes didn’t miss a single detail. Everything her senses told her painted the broad, clear picture of her world. And her world was… Lackluster. No matter how long she spent with a city’s walls, any city, she couldn’t understand why one would prefer to live there. Visit, certainly. A city provided job opportunities like no other locale could, boasting a concentration of human life, and with it, human problems.  And for Cyare, problems were business.

Now, though, she was just bored. Rei was prattling on about something, but she wasn’t listening. Most of what he said was useless posturing. Useful when matters became combative, but almost more irritating than he was worth. Speed this, speed that, a smarmy jackass comment here, a smarmy jackass comment there. Still, he wasn’t the worst company. You could get a decent conversation out of him every now and again with enough effort, and between the two of them work was quick and easy. She could do most of the jobs alone but not nearly as efficiently. But right now, that efficiency was the problem. There [i]wasn’t[/i] an active job. They were in the city to find one, because they had finished all their standing contracts.

Apparently there was a tournament in progress. Rei had expressed some interest in looking into it, but the Tactical Mage wasn’t interested. Watching a bunch of Magicians fight each other wasn’t exactly fascinating. Decent reconnaissance, but not worth the amount of self-important foolishness she’d have to sit through for that knowledge. She had enough of that two steps to her right.

So without a job, and without entertainment, she really had one question.

[i]Where on Fiore was the notice board?[/i]