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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]

Cleric, ranger, mage. A sharp nod, before Ier-Briar took the charter and pen, facing this 'Orena' that called herself a 'control mage'. She looked soft, even at a second glance. Large eyes, a round face, and the girlishly slim frame that the juveniles and deviants amongst the corps had an interest in. Drab clothes to be sure, and the only magic Ier-Briar was familiar with was of the destructive variety, so why would she even want someone who looked like they've never killed something their entire life?

Numbers, that's why.

[color=7bcdc8]"I'll take her,"[/color] the blonde shieldmaiden replied, thrusting the charter and pen at Orena so she could sign. [color=7bcdc8]"You know how to read and write, yes?"[/color]

She didn't wait for a response from her, before casting a critical eye over the rest of the unoccupied adventurers. Some ate and drank, stocking up on food-energy before their work began. Others scanned over the job postings, in search for something that matched their skill level. But her gaze fell on those that looked purposeless instead, and, sucking in a deep breath, she called out, [color=7bcdc8]"I am Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin, accompanied by Orena the Mage! If you are a budding cleric or ranger eager to prove your valor and skill, then name yourself and join us, and we shall baptize ourselves in the monstrous blood of our foes!"[/color]

It was arrogant and unbashed, and it doubtlessly drew snickers from more experienced adventurers, but there was not a hint of shame on Ier-Briar's countenance. If the sneers of her peers were enough to stop her, she would have never her mother's skirts.