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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]
[indent]Brutal, Siwan had thought. The guildmaster was harsh. She wouldn't make for a good wife unless, of course, the husband was into that sort of thing. That sort of thing was out of his strike zone, though. That isn't to say that he wouldn't want to try it, of course. Proposing to marry your future employer, however, was one hell of a power move. Siwan knew he was no genius, but even he could figure that a failed proposal would result in an immediate expulsion. He may have even been beat up if he had proposed to her. At the very least, he would need a plan of attack. A romantic strategy to court a venomous snake. If he was comparing his future wife to a snake, would she be a good wife though? Actually, that venomous snake reminded him of his second cousin's immediate. His wife would raise hell every time he spent even a second too long drinking by the lakes. Even then—

Siwan's mind snapped back on track. Finding a wife was his end goal, but to do so, he would need to become an adventurer. For a man educated by generations of hunters in a classroom of grass and moss, it was only natural he could only become an adventurer. He needed capital, too. If he were to marry an outsider and have a child, she certainly wouldn't appreciate a dowry of woven blankets, goats, and tanned leathers. Incidentally, a single goat was the dowry of his second cousin. But, his mind had snapped back to reality a second time, that was not the point. He was here and needed to become an adventurer. All it took was a party. A simple enough requirement.

Paying attention to the room, he had spotted two attractive young ladies. [i]Nice.[/i] They spoke to the venom-lady and had been informed that they needed to find more people. The pair was a mage and a warrior respectively, he had surmised from their conversation. According to the venom-lady, they still needed a ranger and a cleric. He had, of course, everything he needed to decide which group he wanted to be in. To be more specific, he was more about the two attractive ladies and not need-a-cleric bit.

One of the attractive ladies had roused a mighty speech to anyone who wanted to join them. This call to adventure was inspiring. It was exactly the type of material Siwan wanted his wife to be made out of. He metaphorically slid up to the duo, announcing his presence to them. Thankfully, his courting would have to wait until he actually became an adventurer.

[color=788BD5]"Greetings, ma'ams,"[/color] he introduced himself, [color=788BD5]"I'm Siwan, a cleric. I am quite interested in joining this party of yours. You'd have me, yes?"[/color]

His speech sounded off. Spoken in a cadence that was considerably different to everyone else's, it took a bit more effort to follow his words.[/indent]