[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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Freya tried to stand still, but this damn floor wouldn't stay put! Her weight tipped forward, then back. Forcing her to take clumsy steps just to remain in place. Difficult enough to maintain her composure whilst listening to the cow-horn glorifying her spoils.

[color=#FF2A00]“No blood in the drinks then?...Good! Just [i]-hic-[/i] what I wanted to hear!”[/color] She pretended not to hear that kitten remark. Partially because it was true. Though Freya did feel tempted to kick the cow-woman's shins for calling her a baby-child, among other implications! As a matter of fact, she was just about to do that. But that process was interrupted by someone announcing their recruitment for a goblin-slaying job from across the room.

Seeking only iron rank and above? What a coincidence! Freya just so happens to be iron rank!

Lately, she felt stagnant. No good paying jobs were coming her way, and her coin purse is seeing less and less gold by the day. Maybe she should've charged a fair price for that last repair request after all. On top of that, strangers mocked her beard. More so than usual, which compelled her to wear it even harder out of spite. 

Well, this aimless cycle ends today!

Freya lingered around for a moment to see if any other promising jobs would present themselves. So far, nothing else intrigued her more than the direct approach of putting smelly goblins in their place. A close contender is testing the might of her weapons against a potential horde of undead, but it wasn't guaranteed from what she could tell. 

Might as well look further into the details for this goblin job and see if her skill set is required. The dwarf woman broke off from one group and stumbled her way to another. Halfway through, she picked up another tankard and chugged more freely than ever before. No orc blood, no worries! This was going to be the last drink for the day, she told herself.

The recruiter wasn't far off, and there were some chairs available this time, it seems. Thank goodness! Keeping herself upright was starting to get annoying. Freya ended up bumping into one of the chairs when she approached the table. More than once, she grasped at empty space before finally settling herself proper. Her tankard was empty by the time she arrived, and was left lying flat on her side of the table. 

[color=#FF2A00]“Aye, what's this about goblins I hear? How many [i]-hic-[/i] we killin'?”[/color] She asked the group, trying to maintain eye contact on at least one of them. However, her eyes refused to remain fixated and her head felt rather heavy. Yeah, that's the last drink all right.

[@Psyker Landshark][@Eisenhorn][@Raineh Daze]