[right][sup][b]Location:[/b] [i]Adventurer's Guild, Venne[/i][/sup][/right]
[h3][color=#FF2A00]Freya Stonewall (Frieda Emberforge)[/color][/h3]
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Coming down from the guild's upper housing area, the resident dwarf appeared to be in a rush much like any other. Cradled in her arms, wrapped in layers of cloth, is a freshly repaired longsword. The bloke who owned this weapon did a real number on it, a rookie no doubt or just a careless oaf. Fortunately, the damage wasn't severe enough to warrant new metal, but the wielder sure as hell deserves a scolding!

While pushing through the busy crowd, Miss Stonewall adjusted herself accordingly as to avoid any accidental bumps with the darn thing. She spotted the recipient by the bar, drowning themselves in booze alongside their peers. Good! The lot could use a refresher on how to maintain their equipment. 

By her fake beard, she could use a drink right now.

Seemed like all hell was about to break loose when she marched over to the group and dropped the ragged sword onto their table. Freya fully intended to shame the poor lad in front of their friends about how the damage to their blade could've been easily avoidable. Maybe throw some shade at their receding hairline while they're at it, even though they showed no evidence of such. However, the moment her recipient offered a full tankard, her anger dissipated almost immediately. 

...Ah, screw it! No point in wasting time arguing when the drinks are free today!

[color=#FF2A00]“Aye, -hic- don'cha forget to take the time to clean it every now and then.”[/color]

After chugging down a couple drinks herself, Freya miraculously managed to get her point across in the end. Last thing she needed on her conscious was letting someone go without knowing the fundamentals. Freya was compensated for her labor, but not for the repair kit and oil vials she tucked away in the cloth. A gesture of generosity that went beyond duty, something she couldn't freely display during her time in the mountains. 

Freya decided to go wander off somewhere before they noticed the gift. Sheesh, how much did she drink in that short amount of time? Her legs felt like noodles. Struggling to walk proper, her aimless drifting eventually led her to the gathering around the job board. It was nigh impossible to push through this crowd. There has to be an opening of sorts, somewhere...The dwarf woman searched one section, found nothing, then attempted to move to survey another. 

Only to find herself stepping in a small pool of orc blood, ewhk! Couldn't even wipe it off or risk losing her balance.

[color=#FF2A00]”Why?!”[/color] She said to no one in particular, but the one responsible should be nearby.