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Zhar'Ryk had entered into the town no more than to nights ago when he made his travels from the city a few miles south. It was clearly evident when he arrived he was out of place, mostly due to the sheer size of himself and his the enthralling crimson and gold armor that he adorned. People didn't know whether to crowd around him or move out of the way. The end result was a mix between the two. It was somewhat comical to him, people would turn their heads or move out of the way before looking but some did both, ending in a few fights that were broken up by the town's guard. Zhar'Ryk had found it somewhat entertaining. But at the moment he had a mission. From the start he had rented a room for two nights and one day so that he could look for some work until he got settled but that unfortunately backfired when he was shown neglect outside of the inn.

"I don't understand why humans can be so rude. All I want is a job, I'm not looking for something special. I don't give a damn if I have to clean up horse shit, I need a steady flow of income." His face showed nothing but an unyielding gaze, though if one were to look carefully, they could see exhaustion in his face. The dragon had stopped for a quick bite before moving further down the market street, denied yet again from a possible job. So now he walked down the street with a frown, once again causing more people to move out of his way. However the more he thought about it, the more of the possibility it wasn't him but rather his blade, Strunmah. It was a rather large and bulky blade but for his sheer size and his ever so present scorn that was on his face, people may have thought he was a bounty hunter or some kind of collector for the thieves guild. Now that caused a lopsided smile to appear, if only briefly. However as he walked down he took notice of a scent in the air, one of dirt and fur. His nose crinkled up for a second until he caught it's trail which happen to be in the direction he was traveling. His unyielding gaze looked down the street of the market until his eyes flashed over to a man walking in his direction. He managed to hold back the slight twitch in his mouth as he moved over to him. ""Gabh mo leithscéal kuna waojk, bhfuil a fhios agat ar dhuine ar bith ar feadh oi oibrí nó rud éigin den leithéidí. Tá mé o hier nua curtha ag lorg rud éigin a preoccupy féin ar feadh thuras na huaire". His scowl concrete on his face with a raised eyebrow.

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