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[right][b]Mentions:[/b] Calaphindë
[b]Interactions:[/b] [@RolePlayerRoxas] Soruha, [@Eisenhorn] Renard, [@VitaVitaAR] Rylia[/right][hr][hr]
[color=lightgray]Well, the younger paladin lady was grumpy, but not hostile. [color=fef580]“Thank you,”[/color] Eustace offered as he joined her at the table. He perused the listings, considering the missions with a soft hum. Even after two years, a part of him sought the adventure, the novelty, and from that view, all jobs were interesting in their own way. He hadn’t seen griffins except from a distance. If he captured someone’s run away pet, could he sneak in a pet? Might he be able to fly upon its back?

…Probably not, but the fantasy was appealing.

He was [i]awfully curious[/i] why someone was looking for a lost ring after fifty years, and would gladly hear the story behind the requester’s call for help. A fort or mausoleum would be fascinating to explore, and both tempted with the idea of secret knowledge and hidden treasure.

Renard came over then, and told them what he’d spotted on the job board. [color=fef580]“Ah, not much left there, then?”[/color] Of course, the senior adventurer made a very practical selection. Eustace wondered if it made him selfish not to have thought of it as the hundi had. He opened his mouth to answer when an elf passed by, snatched up the griffin listing, and was gone as soon as he’d appeared. [color=fef580]“…I suppose that is it for the griffin job,”[/color] the noble smiled, bemused. 

The mine near Haesting, the ruin by Walverrest, or the tomb near Pelle?

Eustace hemmed and hawed, then finally came to a decision. [color=fef580]“If I had to pick one…I would choose the goblin job,”[/color] he settled on. [color=fef580]“Though,”[/color] his gaze travelled to the younger miss. [color=fef580]“A paladin’s presence would be reassuring if we were to take on slaying the undead.”[/color] He, Renard, and Raven were at least acquainted with each other, and might even group up. He didn’t know if the stranger had someone or not, so he tested the waters with what could be viewed as an invitation of sorts. [color=fef580]"Which one are you interested in, Raven?"[/color] He hoped the short nem had managed to get a look.[/color]