Sitting on a barstool, one strong leg on the ground, Nuri Tajra smiled at the alcohol in her hand. Orange, red, and yellow casual clothes adorned her body, her hood pulled back, her swept over brown hair loose and lazy. She leaned back and downed the shot in one go, reached down and slapped a silver coin into the bar.

	[color=f26522]"[i]Ahh.[/i] Thanks a million." [/color] She said, winking at the bartender. She leaned back and glanced over at the crowd gathering at the mission board. 

	[color=f26522]"Boy. Busy, busy, busy bees." [/color] Nuri commented, pointing at it with her wlbow on the bar. 

	[color=f26522]"That's okay, you all go first. That way everyone'll take the easy, free jobs, and I'm only left with the worthwhile ones. It's a self-regulating system, you see?"[/color] Nuri declared to the rest of the room, her voice inflacted with false braggadocio. Who she was talking too, nobody could guess. It was probably everyone. 

	[color=f26522]"Although, I'm a bit curious, I must admit. I think I saw the word dragon written somewhere? Might be good for a warmup!"[/color] Nuri chuckled. With that, Nuri rose to her feet and did a high hop, right onto the bar table. She held up her shot glass like it was a magnifying glass and shielded her eyes from a non-existent sun, as if to try and get a good look at the mission board from her place across the room.

	[color=f26522]"I am..."[/color] She paused.[color=f26522] "Drunk."[/color] She front flipped off the tavern and landed with a thud on the floorboards.

	 [color=f26522]"Hmm. Okay. Didn't break my neck with that- maybe drunk's a strong word. I'm bored, thats it! Been too long since I picked a good fight. I'm riled up. Forget going last, I lied. Outta the way! I want a job, and I want it now!"[/color] With that she began ducking and nudging people out of the way, past a particularly large Ingvarr and to the job board.

	[color=f26522]"'Cuse me, 'xcuuuse me. Comin' through."[/color]