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Brunhilde downed the glass of water in an instant and contemplated her surroundings. Whatever this place was, it seemed nice enough. Better than where she had been, at any rate. The Butler was helpful, but it wasn't obvious whether he was the owner or not. It didn't really matter much, though. She had bigger things to worry about -- like where the hell she was and where she would be able to find work. And keeping track of basic information. The journal flew open and she started scribbling down Quinton's words in shorthand under the day's entry.

[color=8493ca]"Would you happen to know how I got here and if there are any aggressive fire elementals around? I'm not exactly familiar with the area. Last thing I remember before waking up here was the village burning and my employer dying."[/color]

Meanwhile, the massive pyromaniac overheard the conversation across the room. His head sharply rose at the sound of the word 'quest', followed by the rest of his body, and he crossed the room to join in. Whatever it was, it sounded fun to him, and he was sure his master couldn't be bothered with it. He loved quests. Brunhilde, however, loved [i]work[/i], which was a completely different thing to him.

Arturo placed himself near Skylar ([@ineffable]) and Suliss ([@Doc Doctor]), completely unaware of the rudeness of doing so in the middle of a conversation. At least his posture made it seem as though he were ready to go wherever it was questers were supposed to go.