[h2][center][u][b][color=0076a3]Léon Reverdin[/color][/b][/u][/center][/h2]
[i]It appears I have arrived just in time for the new jobs to be posted.[/i]

A young man stepped through the door, carrying a small basket with a few pieces of fruit.  The first thing he noticed when he entered was the crowding around the job board, and the commotion coming from there.  He had arrived too late to know what had happened exactly, so he wasn't quite sure why Sophie was going off on a tirade, although it sounded like someone bumped into her trying to be one of the first to get to the job board.  It wasn't really any of Léon's business, and either way he wasn't in any rush to get to the job board.  Currently, his only concern was finding a place where he could sit down and eat his breakfast in peace.

After looking around a bit, he spotted a mostly-unoccupied table in the corner, occupied only by Jane with a neat stack of papers.  More jobs for the board, perhaps?  It didn't matter too much to Léon.  Even if there wasn't another wave of jobs to be posted, he saw little need to trip over himself (potentially earning himself a verbal beatdown in the process) to get first dibs on a quest.  Léon's abilities to heal, bless, and ward were always in high demand in the guild, even for a lowly 4 of Cups like himself.  Truth be told, he was better at swinging his hammer and scepter than healing or blessing, but he reckoned he'd have more opportunity to get into a party as a 4 of Cups than as a 5 of Swords.

Of Jane himself, he knew very little of her, other than what everyone did.  She was a 4, same rank as him, and seemed more comfortable with doing Guild chores than adventuring.  Other than that, she was a closed book, a reclusive fellow who never discussed her past and never showed her face due to having suffered some sort of gruesome injury that left her face disfigured prior to joining the guild.  Whatever her past was, her armor and weapons seemed to be of fairly good quality, far better than would be expected for a guild errand girl.

[i]Poor Jane.  Whatever happened to her, she still seems pained by it[/i], he observed, briefly looking down at the Mayonite holy symbol he wore around his neck.  From what he had observed of Jane, her pain seemed to run far more deeply than the physical disfigurement that prompted her to never show her face.  Undoing the grisly damage to her visage was no doubt beyond his ability, but perhaps if she could be brought to know the comforting grace of Mayon, whatever spiritual scars that seemed to afflict her could be healed.  In the very least, if her injuries carried with them constant physical pain, he could at least be able to temporarily alleviate that.  Either way, he needed some place to sit.

Léon strode over to the table and sat down opposite Jane.  He removed the fruits from his basket and placed them in front of him, careful as to not disrupt her stack of papers.  He gripped his Mayonite symbol with his right hand, silently calling upon the Goddess for support. 
 
[i]Mayon, Goddess of the Moon, please help guide me as I endeavor to aid this pained soul.[/i]

"Good morning, Jane," he said to her, trying his best to be friendly.  He was about to make small talk by asking about the papers, but he stopped himself.  [i]No, if I do that, it'll sound like I'm just trying to get first dibs at the jobs.  Best not to mention that at all.[/i]

"Are you hungry?  Would you care for some food?" he asked, after an awkward silence of trying to figure out what to say.  It was true that she couldn't exactly eat in anyone's presence, not with that helmet on, but the gesture couldn't hurt.

[@PaulHaynek]