In one corner of the inn, a figure even smaller then the recently-arrived Masalan sat, arms folded as she leaned back in her seat. She was short, incredibly so, and she wore a black hood. Her pale features were soft, and she had red eyes and deep black hair. Her body was clad in a jacket, and on her hip a shortsword(or rather, for her size, a longsword for someone of her size) hung. On her back was a finely crafted bow of black wood, and a quiver of equally dark arrows. Her crimson eyes were fixed across the room, glaring daggers at a rather large man. he'd said she didn't belong here. That she was far too young to be in a bar. What, did the idiot not know what a Nem was?!

... To be fair it wasn't likely he'd met one before, but... really?! She was armed and everything! Arufi Cannehn sighed deeply. To think, she'd come here for a pleasant meal and some work, and some idiot had gone assuming she was a little kid... some of the big folk were really stupid! And on top of that, there wasn't anyone who needed her services around here. Not a single person. No-one needed an archer? No-one needed someone versed in the sword and the bow? Really? Arufi grumbled to herself in her native tongue for a few moments.

It was at that very moment that an elderly man burst in the front door and bellowed his need for adventurers.

Well then. Illa-Nem was looking out for her after all.

Arufi hopped to her feet and immediately approached. Naturally, she wanted to see what sort of job he had in mind.