[center][h2]Arcture - Adventurer's Guild Hall[/h2]
[b]Tuesday, June 14th 20XX[/b][/center]
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[color=a2d39c]"Of course not, what am I-"[/color], the hunter-like man doubled back realizing what he had heard was not what he expected to hear. He almost flinched as he looked back in surprise.

[color=a2d39c]"Say what? Ya gotta be jokin', not only do ya claim to know some, but yer also willin' to teach it?"[/color], he put his hand upon his hat and tilted it in thought as he stood up straight.

[color=a2d39c]"Well, unless yer pullin' me leg, no reason ta say no. Name's Volardo, not about to pass on a chance ta expand my skills. Fine, if ya ain't playin', grab that paper and take it to the desk"[/color], the request was simple enough. Far as this young man was concerned, it'd be on the Strigidae if he was just playing. There was not a single bit of religious implement on the young boy, and generally anyone who trained with the Indrae would have at least something. Still, considering the clothes of the others who he was with, perhaps they were the "otherworlders" he'd been hearing so much about lately... And that this Strigidae had visited that world too.