[center][h2][color=#0bda51]Calaphindë[/color][/h2][/center]
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Stumbling into the Adventurer's Guild office in mid-day was never a great way to try and find a job. Certainly so for someone recently assigned to the [i]Copper[/i] rank, having to compete with the rest for opportunities to prod diseased sheep into the right pens, deal with an ill-behaved bull, or stomp rats in a dingy basement. Doubly so if one was hoping to find someone of higher rank to tag along with, to go and do something more suitable to anyone with actual skills.

And yet, stumble in Calaphindë did, only barely keeping his feet as some other gaggle of adventurers pushed on past him. Probably would have gone right through him, if they were able. Terribly impolite, but it was the nature of things so far away from the elven towns he was familiar with. He shrugged, looked at the growing group by the job board...And promptly shook his head.

No point getting involved with that mess just yet. The bar was almost equally busy, some of the regulars at the guild guzzling down wine and ale like water. One ear twitched.

Was that Ithillane he heard? He turned towards the voices he heard. One Hundi, dressed like she was ready to hit the road at any moment, sitting resigned and firmly held onto by another Hundi dressed more like she expected to be in a rich family's carriage rolling down the street. What had they been saying?

Something about missions, and...being cosy?

It wasn't his best language, but he'd had plenty of time to learn more than just his native Elvish and the local tongue. He wasn't so willing to try and [i]speak[/i] in it, but translating, surely—

[color=#0bda51]"You may want to give her the chance sooner rather than later,"[/color] he said to the clingy one. [color=#0bda51]"Doesn't much look like there'll be anything left worth doing if you can't dive in to the middle of that mess."[/color]

A pause.

[color=#0bda51]"...What's the party for, anyways? Do they always do this when there's new hires?"[/color]