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[right][b]Mentions:[/b] Hyseleia, Quille, Nevaris, Rylia
[b]Interactions:[/b] [@RolePlayerRoxas] Soruha, [@Eisenhorn] Renard[/right][hr][hr]
[color=lightgray]Eustace's cheeks pinked at Renard’s nickname for him, one which the hundi had stuck with ever since he’d first become an adventurer. [color=fef580]“Um, yes! No trouble…Well,”[/color] he scratched at his cheek. [color=fef580]“Unless you count adventuring, then getting in trouble is part of the job, he-heh,”[/color] he chuckled awkwardly.

The glint of scales caught his eye, and his gaze wandered to the bar, where Ms. Hyseleia’s tail was steadily wrapping itself around the stranger. The dark elf would soon experience the lamia’s idea of a greeting, he reckoned. His fascination with the meeting of the two carnivores was overshadowed by the thoroughly heartrending effect a certain senior adventurer’s words had on him, however.

At Renard’s answer, his attention snapped back to the hundi. The noble’s eyes widened as a gasp issued from his mouth. [color=fef580]“You–! With Iron ranks? I can’t believe I–!”[/color] Hearing his own voice raising in pitch, he coughed, eyes flitting here and there. [color=fef580]“I can’t believe I missed that…”[/color] he whispered then, a dejected cast to his expression. 

Ever since Renard had saved him, Eustace had longed to accompany him on a mission. With their difference in rank, however, and the hundi champing at the bit for challenges and advancement, he’d never had the chance. He had heard the other man occasionally took on Iron-ranked missions, too, and had been secretly looking forward to going on one with him ever since he'd got his Iron. Unfortunately, it seemed he had missed his chance. Then again, who knew if a lower ranked mission would even challenge the hundi enough to give it his all? If someone like Eustace came along, would Renard’s spear sing as it had back then?

With a silent sigh, he turned to find that his nem acquaintance had followed him after all, which cheered him up, at least a bit. [color=fef580]“Right, Raven,”[/color] he said after she’d shown her card to the both of them. [color=fef580]“I see you’ve been practicing,”[/color] he smiled at her. [color=fef580]“It’s a clever idea to have a card,”[/color] he praised. He had the urge to pat her head, and had to remind himself that despite her size, she was not a child. [color=fef580]“She actually joined the guild at the same time I did,”[/color] he offered to the hundi. He hadn’t even considered Renard might have met her, as eager as he had been to share something with him. At least in this, though, he needn’t suffer embarrassment; the two had not yet crossed paths.

A minor disruption occurred, then. Someone fell over, his drink sloshing out and about. Pale golden liquid rushed out of its container, particles of ale splashing all around. Really, it was fascinating how some of it managed to stick together for a bit, unspooling like thread from a rolling ball of yarn before it dissipated into a myriad of droplets. Somehow, most if it landed across [i]three[/i] people's backs. [color=fef580]“Oh, dear.”[/color] Eustace watched with worried eyes, but while the trio of wet adventurers grumbled, cursed, and gave the drunkard nasty glares, they didn't seem inclined to stay around for long, drenched as they were.

Then, the person who he’d thought was nothing more than a drunk shot back up to his feet. Eustace blinked, and blinked again. [color=fef580]“Huh.”[/color] A short girl the ale-splasher had spoken to squeezed her way through to the job board, and snatched a few listings. [color=fef580]“Think she’d let anyone else see those?”[/color] He tilted his head at Renard, the de facto leader in his mind.[/color]