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[@13org](FYR),[@Enkryption]
FF5353

	Time passed quickly in the minotaur's lonely slumber. It was cold, it was damp...and it wasn't anywhere near as helpful as he imagined it would be. Reality wasn't convenient enough that a single night of self-inflicted sleeping in the cold was enough to develop a person. Rising from his bed of leaves and moss, Magnus shook his hair around to remove the various twigs, leaves, and small insects that had found themselves tangled within it. Glumly he rose to greet the morning sun, leaning against a sturdy tree with one arm, and picking his hair with the other. [color=FF5353][b]"...This wasn't a good idea,"[/b][/color] he lamented, moving to head to work at the guild building just a short distance away from the small hermit's camp that he had set up in the night.

Hearing the bit about the financial situation made him feel extremely guilty...he was after all returning after two days of not being paid for jobs, and the hole in the wall was definitely a huge concern. It made the whole guild positively freezing at night...plus there were always going to be animals trying to sneak in so long as it remained. Clenching his right fist, the minotaur resolved himself to doing a job right today; This couldn't be something he could fail, since tomorrow he'd be escorting that nun with Freyr. With his axe sheathed upon his back, Magnus stepped forward to take a job before he was startled by the lance piercing the board. As the mysterious newcomer proudly announced that she would be taking that quest, it drew Magnus' attention to it. A kidnapped lover? Well, Magnus was sure that it was within his abilities, especially with someone so boisterous and confident. [color=FF5353][b]"I-I'll join you on that, Miss."[/b][/color] the minotaur said quietly to Annalise, before turning to Freyr as he checked the board as well.

[color=FF5353][b]"Hey, um...Freyr, don't forget about the promise we made that lady. We have to escort her to Varjo tomorrow. J-Just reminding, is all."[/b][/color] he said, not wanting to annoy Freyr with too dense a reminder as he prepared to embark on his quest. Next Stop: Boreal Port. Luckily he knew the way, in case his traveling companion did not. Looking back to the guild, Magnus worried about Talia, but...he would have to speak to her later. There were only so many hours in the day, after all.

[Who Are You To Judge?]

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A9A9A9
	Arising from the night's slumber, Nephele was quick to retrieve her laundry, forming a solid wall of fog around herself as she ventured outside in the conveniently censored buff in order to retrieve her dress from the drying rack. Once it was once again upon her form, the dragoness did a slight twirl, feeling elated to not have to borrow Neil's clothes anymore. This time she would be sure to keep her dress clean...or at least, make a stop to buy a few more to at least have something to wear while her favorite dries. Admiring the bit of seam work she put into repairing the torn bits, the cave dragoness returned to the guild hall in time to hear the speech about the guild needing money. Silently, she wished that Bart had taken her suggestion to heart, but figured that for now it would just have to be a lesson for him to learn, that this style of business couldn't continue for long, if at all.

Striding over to the board, Nephele pondered briefly over the options at hand, noticing that there now seemed to be a hole through one of the quests. Well...seemed that one was taken. Taking a moment to resist the urge to place a slash through Ian's quest, Nephele instead turned her attention to the one relating to ambush. It certainly would be risky, but her fog granted her damningly effective stealth capabilities and escape potential. As such, even if the quest went south, she was confident that she would be capable of pulling through. Looking around, Nephele noticed no sign of Talia so far...or Neil. Wait, if Neil wasn't here, who was writing those comments? Shaking her head free of that train of though, she instead poked her knife-like finger into the paper for [Liberation, at Any Price]. [color=A9A9A9][b]"I will take this one. If anyone wishes to join me, I'd prefer if they're able to conceal themselves easily enough,"[/b][/color] she said, before marching off to where the meeting place was to be. 

[Liberation, at Any Price]