All his prying was futile, a trivial pursuit he liked to engage in with strangers just to see if he could really trust him. Lucy's growing boredom fenced his judgement of her as such: she had the [i]veneer[/i] of someone who thought herself mysterious, but all it took was a bit of dragging to get her to come right out with things.

Or maybe Mazone wasn't that intuitive.

He quite needed help, lest he spend the rest of his days wandering this large land without any aim. He had been a wandering bladesman for too long, hired out too the gamut of smugglers, priestesses, noble lords, and peasants. He was rather sick of wandering, and he wanted some fixation, some purpose--just like everyone else he supposed. His hazel eyes fell on Lucy again.

"Love, where can a man like myself find work in a place like this? I want romance; I want to fall in love; I want to leave a ma--" he had almost broken into song before he caught himself. A clearing of the throat and an adjustment of his coat brought him back to reality. He was already wearing a long bright coat, he wasn't going to let people think he had bad fashion [i]and[/i] a questionable singing voice.

"I'm looking for work. I want to know who you know."

[@Yomojo]