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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're going to need at least a cleric, ranger, and mage before I can recommend a job. If you want a bigger group that's your perogative. Do you have a preferred name for this group you're forming? Oh who am I kidding? I don't care. Here's the charter. Get at least two more signatures.”[/color][/b]

Priscilla slid the piece of parchment in front of her towards the blonde-haired warrioress. As she did so she looked at the brown-haired girl that was beside her, gripping a magician's travelling pack. She wondered how useful she could be given she had the disposition of a waify clerk rather than a battle-ready sorceress. She was either going to die out in the field or learn not to be a wimp. She was mildly curious to see which of the two she would be. She didn't wait until Ier took off with the charter and pen, quickly shooting the mage a glare and a stern question.

[b][color=74A570]“And you?”[/color][/b]

The girl paused before swallowing her nerves. [b][color=BA2839]“I'm Orena, ma'am. I'm a control mage?”[/color][/b]

Priscilla looked back to Ier with an eyebrow raised -- she wanted to get the current initiate group sign-ups done and over with. It was a sentiment that was obvious, especially to someone like the blonde-haired adventurer.

[b][color=74A570]“Do you want her? Or do I have to sort her into a different charter?”[/color][/b]
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