Julian sat in the tavern that night, deep in thought. Two person jobs, needed two people. Finding a second person, though, was proving to be more difficult than he thought. Everyone he'd talked to hadn't been interested - he'd been vague, giving just an outline of the job, since he wouldn't tell anyone the specifics until they were on board...but everyone had said no. But several had reccomended someone. A certain, very annoying, Half-Elf.

[i]Good Gods, the universe hates me.[/i]

(Sorry its short. In a rush IRL, but didn't want to keep you waiting even longer)