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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]
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[color=gray]Orena nodded when the other woman asked her if she could read and write. She was a mage, after all. 

Before she could contemplate any sort of response, a young man with a foreign elegance stepped up introducing himself as Siwan – an adventurer of the cleric vocation. He seemed nice enough, though reading people's true intentions were not exactly within Orena's skillset. As he proposed a question of joining up with her and Ier, a female mage named Mallory interjected requesting to join the party despite being a mage as well. Orena personally had no issue with another mage, though the larger the group the more attention they would surely gather and the wealth they would have to split. Orena wasn't greedy, but bread was bread. She wondered what Ier would think of it all, though she supposed she should've announced her opinion first.  

[b][color=BA2839]"That would improve our utility, I think. Depending on the spells you learned? I... erm... I wouldn't object to it?"[/color][/b]

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