Valerie didn't disagree with being called reckless. It was hardly the first time she'd been called such. The leniency she was shown in childhood, combined with the training she was given and her natural talent, had turned her into a young woman who was perhaps overly eager to put those skills to use. Ruling over lands had never been in her future, as what could be passed down would go to her older brothers, and to be honest she'd always despised the idea of simply starting and managing a family for a life. Thus she preferred the word [i]adventurous[/i] even if reckless was sometimes more accurate. What other way allowed her to see the world, utilize her abilities, and do so with a clear conscience?

It was dangerous, yes, and she'd almost lost her life that very day. But she didn't, thanks to Markus, and as a result she had a chance to learn from her mistake, and improve until she could handle more and more.

When the waitress came by, Valerie declined the extra ale, having not yet finished her first, and knowing she certainly wouldn't require a second. She did order for a salad, at least, hoping to eat something fresh before she was on the road again. She glanced out the window and thought over his question for a moment.

"I was going to go back south," she admitted. "I figured there were be more chances for contracts there. But after the fight, I think I'd actually rather see if there's something that can be done here." Perhaps that was the reckless side of her speaking again. Any job here would have a near guarantee of danger, given the orc presence. "It seems like a good place here, and one that could use the help."