[h3]Vera[/h3]
[b]East Wing Common Room,[/b]
[@Guilty Spark][@Moonshadow][@OwO]
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	Vera knew better than to take uncertainty for granted. [i]Hopefully[/i] it wouldn't take them too long. A delicate way of telling them that they had only so much time to see to their tasking. She could bear with that, it was easier to figure something out in a day than pass some initiation test right there and then. She shifted in her boots as Kiska set the case upon the table, her eyes falling from their hold on the handler as her badge glimmered before her. At first she did not react. It seemed to be a presentation, but their briefing went on and more than that: They had not yet earned those pins. She understood quickly, though. Whether or not they were truly initiated, a component of their test was to do real Guild work as real members of the Guild. Under no finer supervision than that of one of the Guild's financial overlords, no less. Her nose twitched. 

	Petra seemed to harbor non of the hesitation that Vera did, and even though she knew why they were being given it was still a relief to see someone else go and accept. As she waited, she could not help but wonder if the life of a patron was so light as to be entrusted to the untested or if this exchange of muscle and security for donations was so routine as to go without disguise. 

	Her worrying came to an end and she nearly jumped at the clap. Vera's neck twisted, she took a step away, only to gawk at the colorful streamers issuing from the elf's book. Vera lingered on the book, struck by the novelty of a [i]spell[/i] book and briefly distracted with the usual new team sport of wondering just how that artifice played into the mage's craft. Maybe that made it just a little harder on her as the mage fed the book to a book pulled out of itself. Whatever she had been about to say about the party favor died in her throat at that. She stood by again, as her other teammate took their token.

	What levity. But Vera didn't presume that they could walk up and take those coins because it meant less to them, or because they didn't understand what those coins meant. These were the kinds of people that could take their chance and do it with aplomb. She had to be the same. As the last, she walked up to the table and plucked up the remaining coin. She held out her left hand and slotted the token in amidst the tightened down straps of her gauntlet, striking the pin through one of the sturdy belts. As she shifted the glove back to comfort, she looked up at Kiska.

	[b]"When we find them, should we deliver them to the Watch? Or to Mr. Aelrod's guards?"[/b]