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

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Abigail glanced, before shifting to give Liliane a more clear look of the cluster of jobs she grabbed. Before she could look too closely at the ones that stood out, the hundi called the dragon posting absurd. Agreed, for the reason she gave as well, that kind of thing would not just be publicly open and waiting. The right people would be picked to form a hunting party, and off they'd go on a grand old adventure to hunt a dragon. Not randomly posted up in the guild job board, so she had basically tossed that one mentally out of her mind as a possible option to join in on. The request to move to a table, for fear of leaving her wife alone, got an idle shrug. The other hundi then, though she seemed perfectly happy chattering away, probably needed babysat anyways.

[color=teal]"Sure, doesn't matter to me where jobs get looked over."[/color]

Abigail stood, grabbing a fresh mug of ale with one hand, the job listings with the other, grabbing the nearest table that had seating for the two hundi and....whoever else decided to lurk she supposed. As for the jobs themselves, she started sifting through the ones that actually stood out, rapidly tossing pointless menial labor off to the edge of the table, before reaching the first worth noting. Some farmer's cows kept getting eaten, griffin trouble, which caused her to briefly perk up before the statement of taking it alive came up, getting a sigh instead.*

[color=teal]"Taking things alive is rarely worth the effort, even for beasts of some note. Unless you have some fancy charms or something, not worth the hassle."[/color]

Moving on, Abigail reviewed the next listing. Some wedding ring went missing, large diamond....fifty years ago?! The hell kind of husband (reading further ahead to see who was involved) left a gods damned wedding ring abandoned in a mine? She glanced at the hundi as she began nudging the listing towards the probably not pile.

[color=teal]"Reckon if he can't be bothered to post a finding for the ring sooner, his better half probably ain't too keen on him to begin with."[/color]

For all she knew the better half had passed, but Abigail was not strictly one for speculating like that. Not when the next two jobs were far, far more up her realm of expertise. Venne Mage's College got jumped by goblins in some broken down old fort, and wanted iron ranks or higher to clear them out. Given they had whatever the college left behind when they got jumped, that job probably would want a Steel rank along to babysit. Goblins were one of the things always worth killing, though the next job was one of the [i]other[/i] things worth killing as well. Undead, by the looks of it. She was no paladin (though the kid paladin coiled up by the lamia still probably would salivate at that kind of job), but hacking up undead and burying them again usually paid well. No morals to worry about either, for her adventuring peers that were nearly as worried about that.

[color=teal]"Goblins or undead, that's solid money and straight forward. Goblins with mage college belongings is not great news, but neither is a bunch of shambling corpses rising up. Reckon either of those are the best of this lot of jobs."[/color]

Abigail wasn't bothering to keep her voice down, taking a swig of her drink. In no small part, she was curious to see if the kid paladin heard the mention of undead, but she made it pretty clear her interest was more in cracking skulls, living or otherwise, than having to waste time trying to wrangle griffins or hunt giant spiders for a ring that might not even be there anymore. Besides, giant spiders were not her mug of ale. Hell, spiders weren't period, but at least the small ones in room corners at least did something useful.