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[hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][b]Province of Ilagorn [/b]--[b] Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck[/b]
[color=gray]12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][/center]
[color=gray][b][color=74A570]“You need to apply for a group. Until you find one, don't even think about wasting my time.”[/color][/b]

Priscilla Tris was rarely a woman who was kind or patient. As the guildmaster of the Illagorn chapter of the Adventurer's Guild she had turned away hundreds of would-be adventurers. She had seen spoiled princesses puff their cheeks, idiot peasants get on their knees and beg her to reconsider, and even on one occasion had a smart-mouthed upstart threaten her. It very rarely made her change her opinion. But in the last few months? She had to accept people. Illagorn was short on adventurers and her superiors in the larger cities had visited her personally to explain that she couldn't be so "choosy" anymore. 

Priscilla had shrugged at the assertion. If the adventurer's guild wanted untrained welps to represent them, she would accept that. But she still wouldn't make it easy. It was [i]her[/i] tavern and it was under [i]her[/i] name and reputation they marched off to their deaths in. 

She moved her cigarette to her lips, taking in the moment as she looked over the adventurers that had assembled as the clock struck noon. A bunch of initiates and a very small amount of experienced men and women. Just great. A bunch of idiots who barely knew how the guild worked who had a long way to go before she deemed them worthy of any significant notation on their record. As she exhaled smoke she stood up from her seat and went to grab the current assortment of jobs. It was about time to add the new postings to the board. It was also time to rein the new blood in and get them sorted. She wasn't going to let a bunch of new initiates take off without a group, but she wasn't going to stop someone if they really wanted to wind up dead at the same time.

She pushed her cigarette down in an ashtray before walking over to the board.

[b][color=74A570]“It's time to shut the fuck up!”[/color][/b] She shouted, unamused by the chatter in the tavern. [b][color=74A570]“If you have more than a season under than you, you know the drill. I have a handful of jobs posted from all over the province that you can go and do. All new initiates are required to sign up for a group. All returning adventurers are expected to form one. If you are in the first group, find me and get it sorted. Ignoring me will make sure you don't get paid.”[/color][/b]

She looked over the group of men and women who were listening to her. She didn't think any of them were worth her time, let alone an adventurer's badge of any color.

[b][color=74A570]“With that out of the way,”[/color][/b] She paused, as she drove a nail into the job board and posted the first new posting of the day. [b][color=74A570]“The postings are up. If you have any questions, let me know after I get our rookies sorted out. Thanks. That's it.”[/color][/b]

With the words finished she moved away from the job board and back to her place behind the counter. 
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