[color=teal][h1]Abigail Blackthorn[/h1][/color]

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Abigail smirked as Magnus roared with laughter at her remark, not bothering to deny it at all. He was honest about it, and she could respect that if nothing else. She basically crashed wherever was cheapest between jobs, or with whoever she could talk into loaning her a bed for the night. Sometimes those from the previous group were willing to spot her a room or a bed for a few nights before they moved onto their new jobs, so she took advantage when she could. That being said, seemed Magnus had an idea on what was going on, Liliane deciding the little lady could go on proper missions now.

[color=teal]"That explains the cuddliness and open bar. Ditching the fucking rat catcher jobs is always worth celebrating."[/color]

Abigail had come up through copper rank, same as most adventurers, and knew damn well just how mind numbingly tedious it could be. She had gotten both the mindless labor and pest control jobs, alongside the probationary escort details to make sure they actually got done. Goddesses did she fucking loathe those days, a stark warning that life was not going to be like she had expected from all the stories. Not that she particularly blamed folks for telling stories that were fond memories instead of the drudgery of catching rats.

It had not even been until Iron that Abigail got to really put her axe to good use, fighting use, though those were stories for another day. Grabbing the next drink slid her way, she took a swig as she considered the continued goings on around her. Kid playing at paladin was huffy over being mistaken for a kid, and had the temper to make people get nervous enough to be worried about ill placed violence. Not that it took long for someone else to, well, slither in since it was the resident Lamia moving in next, the comment on not drinking the guild into bankruptcy got a shrug.

[color=teal]"Not enough of a crowd to make a go for the record on booze downed in one night, guild is safe another day."[/color]

Watching the Lamia, what was her name.....Hefty? No, no, that was rude, Hysteria? No, wrong demeanor. Hyselia? That was probably it, at least it was not a mistake with another word at least. Either way, watching Hyselia lift the kid paladin up off the ground got a chuckle into her mug as she took another swig, watching as some roguish looking woman try to play at mediator. Neat, voice of reason, which was boring but, well, neat at least. More rational voices stepped in to try and diffuse the situation, getting more idle commentary from Abigail as she finished off her current mug.

[color=teal]"Wonder if I should start a betting pool for how long until the kid starts throwing a temper tantrum over her dignity as a holy warrior being belittled or....whatever it is paladins bemoan today."[/color]

Still, given the continuing chaos Abigail might want to at least try to make a go at the board since the first wave was bound to be working away from the board before too long. Putting the mug down, she stood, rolling her neck back and forth, glancing at Magnus before she started moving too quickly. It gave her a chance to test her balance too, not too bad fortunately, she would manage just fine.

[color=teal]"Have another few for me, would you? Going to see if I can't snatch something that should have a good fight or two in it."[/color]

Goddesses, was Abigail actually learning to be responsible? Not really, she knew she was going to have to find work again soon and, well, given that postings would get snatched up quickly, she might as well work her way through the flanks of the board and see if anything stood out that would have good fights. Once she locked down a job, she could get back to drinking until the bar was closed, and the flanks she could shoulder through if she had to.