[h2][center][u][b][color=0076a3]Léon Reverdin[/color][/b][/u][/center][/h2] [i]It appears that it will be a busy day for the Guild.[/i] A young man stepped through the door, carrying a small basket with a few pieces of fruit and bottle of water. The first thing he noticed when he entered was the crowding around the job board, and the commotion coming from it. It looked like the jobs had just been posted, and there were more than usual. Instead of joining the bustling crowd in hopes of snagging a job, however, he sat down at one of the tavern tables next to a Hundi couple conversing in Ithillane. He couldn't understand it, and saw no need to pry. Léon avoided making eye contact with the bartender. He didn't want to get dragged into a conversation about how he had not bought food from the guild tavern, and how he opted for simple water rather than one of the bar's drinks. He certainly meant no offense, it was just that as a Mayonite, he held a certain reverence for pure water and as a cleric, he preferred not to drink beverages that could muddy his mind. He saw no need to get involved with the job boards. He wasn't a loner, but he didn't like pushing his way through crowds, and saw no point in doing so. Unless the people rushing to get the jobs intended to do them solo- a very dangerous endeavor- they'd need to gather a team. While the exact compositions of teams varied from job to job, his role as a Cup- someone whose job it was to use magic to keep people alive- was always welcome, and often indispensable. Once the jobs were divvied up and the people were looking to put their groups together, Léon would step in and volunteer himself. Until then, he'd just focus on enjoying his meal.