[center][h1][b][color=af002a]Theodore Valentin[/color][/b][/h1][/center][b]//O3 - Entrance area[/b]

Theodore looked around in interest as they explored the outer layer of Oratorio. Surprisingly, there were a few job openings here and there. Craftsmen, serving personnel, cleaners. Manual labor. It could be [i]a start[/i]. However, he would prefer if any jobs they found were better suited for his folk’s skills. But he saw hide nor hair of anything resembling a pharmacy, arcane providers, or anything of the like. Even if there were no such things on the outer edge, surely, there would be further within?

With that line of thought, Theo was about to lead them all further in, toward the adventurer’s district. Yet, just then, a call resounded from a small paved clearing – a crossroads, of a sort – drawing his attention to the speaker. A leader type, surrounded by three geared adventurers. He promised ‘the usual’; a mining trip to the Abyss. The cut, in Theodore’s opinion, was shit. Only a fifth of each person’s work. Even so, many people gathered. His keen eyes tracked the workers, seeking out any that would be [i]recognized[/i] by the leader. He saw Ezra and Maris doing the same; if they were going, the workers who were familiar with the jig were the ones to look out for.

Theodore was certain that the protection offered by the adventurers wasn’t necessarily intended [i]for[/i] the workers. Or, if it was, the unarmored, unskilled folk going in still had a high chance of being injured. Theo motioned to the doctor covertly, disregarding the man’s pallidness. [color=af002a]“Who’s the most badly injured? The slowest?”[/color] he questioned near-silently.

Yeah, he was thinking who to throw under fang and claw if it came to it. Furtively, the doc nodded at a few he thought were in the worst states. Theodore patted him on the shoulder.

Then, he approached the speaker. [color=af002a]“Say, mind if there’s a group of us?”[/color] Granted, he and his company made for half as many as there were of the other hirelings. However, Theo didn’t intend for all of them to go – provided that the three he was thinking of could find something else. [color=af002a]“And do you know of any clinics looking for staff? Mage shops? I’ve three I’d rather leave upside. A doctor, a witch, and her assistant.”[/color] Theodore motioned to Jaxon, Sana, and Arnfinn. Calling the child a witch’s assistant may be pushing it, but if possible, Theo would prefer if the cambion and at least one adult remained out of the Abyss – for now.

He knew it was dangerous. A bad idea. A [i]terrible[/i] idea. But an irresistible part whispered to him to [i]go[/i]. To see how it was for himself, to get a feel…Maybe even to get a hint of what he was being called here for, exactly.