[color=0072bc][h3][center]Ciel[/center][/h3][/color]

Ciel roused slowly from sleep as the sound of adventurers got louder, crawling out groggily from underneath his makeshift shelter of a stick and a sackcloth against the ruin walls. Ciel squeezed his eyes and with a tired squint, surveyed the growing cluster of tents toward the plains. He had propped up his sack against one of the outer ruined walls, partially because he only had one branch and needed the second support, but also to stay away from the influx of eager adventurers that seemed to grow ever time he looked at them. Safety in numbers, sure - but Ciel was much more wary of the inverse.

Ciel took inventory of his few belongings. Daggers. A couple day's rations. Some rope tied to a harpoon's hook. Stick and sack. Oh, and the bounty note. Ciel scanned the notice again, tracing the number of coin that was offered. He didn't have to count the number of zeroes, but Ciel knew that it was far beyond his specs. He was only here for a supporting role, not the ruins itself. 

Ciel had just finished his last days on the farm, herding animals and harvesting crop to learn coin enough to sustain him until he found another job. He was in the store stalking the notice boards for new jobs when he found a note emboldened by the adventurer's guild. They were looking for scouts who knew the plains, as they were looking to beat their competition to the Ruins. Ciel barely had much experience with the plains - but when he offered to work for free in exchange for a couple week's lodgings, he was in.

And now here he was. Dropped off by the guild party, who gave Ciel rations and money as a reward for a job well done (and perhaps in compensation for that one knight who liked to pat him on the head one too many times). As he fumbled to reorganize the sack to head back to the towns, he looked back towards the stoic walls of the ruins, then down at the bounty note left on the dusty ground.

That was a lot of zeroes.

...

Ciel cautiously picked up the bounty note and scanned the cracks along the walls, hand holds, crawl-throughs. Okay. Just a day in, day out. He would still have more than enough with the extra supplies from the guild party. 

Ciel stuffed the note in the sack, and tying it to the branch, remade his bindle to sling over his shoulder. When he approached the wall, Ciel saw a tall woman (huntress?) trying to fit through one of the cracks. Ciel silently stared with his characteristically dead eyes, barely moving as he blankly awaited his turn.