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For what Csenge could only interpret as the better, Hrefna's actions had drawn enough of a ruckus that not only were other adventurers getting sucked into this event to meddle and involve themselves with drama, but also the already-busy staff of the Guild too. An area was unofficially cordoned off; no one wanted to step onto or stumble over a regular uninvolved employee, after all. It was a bit of a surprise, really, that some young enterprising copper-rank mage didn't see this as a chance to showcase what magical talents they had while endearing themselves to the ladies by twirling a finger and casting a Water Jet.

But maybe such do-gooders were busy fixing fences or cleaning roofs this early in the morning.

She, on the other hand, only cared for work that would take her somewhere that wasn't another city. Cutting a path around the perimeter of the immediate cleaning site, the middle-aged woman sidestepped the red-hooded adventurer that grabbed a handful of jobs to peruse at her own leisure. Gave her a glancing side-eye too. It was bad form. If everyone was going to be tearing bundles of jobs to look over for themselves, there was quite literally going to be no reason for a central board to begin with: the paperwork would all be scattered across the entirety of the Guild. Now, was Csenge going to say anything about that?

Of course not. In the process of side-stepping Red-Hood, she was able to just as quickly step into the space that the other adventurer had been occupying moments prior.

A hand on the chin, eyes half-closed in contemplation. The dragon hunt in Dansbell sounded like a fabrication, but even if it turned out to be a giant lizard rather than a dragon, Csenge would still need a party for that. Was there something else though? A geological survey perhaps? She would even take something so droll as 'wagon missing; adventurers look for it' kind of job.