[i]The things I do sometimes.[/i] Mentally sighing, Cadenza had had a rare moment of inner reflection as she grasped her present situation. To put it lightly, her feelings about it all were something of a mixed bag. On one hand, her time for sidequests wasn't exactly in a limitless supply; she was working against a clock, steadily but surely counting down the moment before her main objective was rendered a failure by way of a case of death. Indeed, had she known it would be so difficult to get on a transport to Fort Lionhart, she just might have [b]walked[/b] the whole damn way. On the other hand, if she was going to be stuck waiting for the next train out of town anyways, getting out and making some money on the side was a more alluring prospect than just sitting around with her hands under her ass; plus, if she was lucky, she'd have herself early opportunity to exact some joyous justice. 

Then, of course, there was the ragtag of personalities among which she presently found herself. She hadn't yet been around them long enough to get a legitimately accurate read on anyone, though it was clear that they were just as much, if not more, of a mixed bag as her feelings about being on the mission. Mages, a healer, a techy wiz of some sort. Then... her... a fighter, a brawler. She could understand why the others were on this mission; all of them had some utility beyond putting the beatdown on man and monsters. She wasn't like that though; if they needed muscle like what she could offer... then they were clearly expecting things to come to blows eventually. "Pfff." Cadenza huffed, rather loudly. As long as they paid up, and got her back into town before the train left like they said they would, it wouldn't be any skin off her back. 

She couldn't help but let out a hearty chuckle as the pilot announced their imminent arrival. Stranger still than her feelings about the mission and the people with whom she was sharing it, were the circumstance that had lead them to her; it wasn't everyday that breaking up a big bar fight landed someone mercenary work. Somehow, though, she had managed to achieve just that. Had that one bloke not decided to take a swing at the bartender, the Wild Rose might not have been impressed enough by her verbal interview to contract her for this stint. [i]Oh the things I do sometimes.[/i] She mused again, and snorted another chuckle to herself as she pushed out of her seat, preparing to disembark. [i]Wild Rose, huh? I suppose I at least fit half of that.[/i]

She clapped her hands, and cracked her knuckles. "Just about that time, eh?" she said, looking around at the others. "Just remember, if shit hits the fan down there, [i]you[/i] asked [i]me[/i] to come along. So... save your complaints for when we're back at the bar pounding shots down. Yeah?"

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