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Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Anywhere from 5'9 to 6'1, because I haven't decided.

Go with an even 6 if you've gotta

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

@Caasicam@Krayzikk@Heartfillia@Derg2

Tristram Ullr, the anchor of this trio, was starting to feel underappreciated.

"You know what? Sure. Go ahead, Sigi. I'll just hand over budgetary responsibility to you. Have you on my side within the week. Singing my praises within two. Begging I take it back in two and a half." he fired back in monotone, stepping forward to gaze straight over Finn and upon the notice board. As a Sniper by trade, his eyes were already sharp enough to clearly make things out at this distance (provided Rex and his massive frame didn't obscure them from view), so there was no need to get mired up in the mess playing out up close.

Kids were gonna be kids, yes, and kids were excitable in both grabbing new jobs and biting eachother's heads off, but that didn't mean he was gonna waltz up and stick his hood in where it didn't belong...

Wow, a full on prostration. You need a bit more of a spine, buddy.

...Oh, don't do the 'kicked puppy' thing, that isn't fair! I like animals. Why do Hundi have to remind me so much of dogs?!

He bit his tongue nonetheless. They simply didn't have time to be arguing with sassy runts, especially not for their own sake.

Anyways, of the four newly-posted quests, Orc Hunting was what immediately drew his attention— plain, simple, and a necessary service for Estival. Reliable coin. Moreover, it suited them fairly well in comparison— He didn't trust Cassia to not get swindled by the merchants they would be guarding on the second, nor Sigi to not drop some priceless artifact on the fourth.

Oh, yeah, he was pretty sure she had something going on with her left eye. Testing her vision during an ill-fated attempt at teaching the two archery in the pursuit of versatility lead to some interesting results.

The third quest was similarly straightforward in asking price, but he didn't like the vagueness attached. While "search and destroy" was all well and good, the problem he found once he read a little deeper was in the simple fact that there wasn't much way to confirm the true threat had been destroyed— at least, not as simply as cutting off an orc's left ear after a few hours posted up in a tree.

"I think that was what Cassie came to talk to me about, Mr. Reinhart. Maybe Tristram, too, come to that. Was it, Tristram?" the Nordic woman inquired in the background, but persevered without really waiting for a response. "I must confess I haven't had a chance to see the board yet, but it sounds like she could use the work. And I could use something to do."

"Mmmph, mmhmmph!" Cassia mumbled in agreement at Sigi's assertion, her fiery hair dancing back and forth as she nodded. "Mmmmmmwaagoadventure."

"Don't talk with food in your mouth! Chew, swallow, speak!" he scolded, ruthlessly destroying any notion that he was as forgiving as Finn for the sake of cuteness. Of Cassia's, at least.

...

"Oi."

This was when the rest of the conversation caught up to him. The hood shifted to face his right shoulder, and the woman beside it.

"In the future, don't treat me like some foregone conclusion." he grumbled after a beat to Sieglinde, who had quite contentedly not given him a shot to respond properly. If they were gonna start pulling that crap, he was gonna start talking right over them mid-sentence. No holds barred, every clause for itself. May their overtures die in a pit of pithy retorts. "I could be busy. I could have something going on with my life. We're taking either the Orcs or the Haesting road one. They synergize best with our party. I want to kick back and perforate Orcs. Also, since you're so willing to give alms,"

The burlap sack he'd been carrying now bounced up and down in attention-grabbing tosses, very pointedly out of Cassia's (or indeed Finn's, since he seemed set on meddling and was probably about to screech something about rivalry or challenges the moment they zeroed in on a quest properly) reach.

"I'll tell you right now that I was out at the butcher's, buying us what should be a week's worth of jerky for out in the field. You wanna enforce rationing without my iron-fisted rule? Just tell me now. I can always nab myself a hare or two off the book."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

I tried to keep the retinue vague in case you guys had plans that weren't heading to the food with the princess and the captain, so don't feel locked into following them on my account or anything

admittedly, the whole thing could have been constructed way better, but my impatience got the best of me

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

run

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

no,really, get gone before you lose your life savings

gracious man that i am, i don’t want your newfound poverty on my conscience

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

you could grab finn, i dunno what he’s doing over here with us :^)

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

witch queen (i never got far enough to see if it was revealed)

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

tadaima

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

@Caasicam@Krayzikk@PaulHaynek@Heartfillia

The door to the hall, as always, opened unceremoniously in comparison to the ruckus abound at its front.

Well, that's gonna take a bit to clear out.

It was certainly an apt descriptor of the man that floated in afterwards, "unceremonious". It bled through his every movement, from the quiet, casual gait to the plain greens and browns of his humble clothing. The burlap sack held in his right hand swung freely as he ambled on in, and there was little expression any could read on his face as he scanned the hordes of swarming adventurers.

Chiefly because there was no way anyone could see his face to begin with. It was as much a mystery as Jane Doe's, off there in the corner fretting over some sort of paperwork. A woman in full armor, her helm was as omnipresent as his hood, even during tiny, menial tasks like that. Her story was that she had a truly grotesque visage, and concealed her horrid looks for fear of getting run out of town. Again.

While he wasn't sure somebody that ugly could exist— and he'd seen some hideous bastards as a mercenary— his reasoning for the concealment was much simpler. Rather than a kindness to the world, sparing them of a cursed form, it was a particularly selfish and churlish thing, borne from a realization when wearing a mask of plain leather for five years prior. He knew that people would go great lengths to see it, so...

By now it's just funny.

In any case, it was clear that he was at home here, in this loud and chaotic hall. He continued on after he spared a glance towards the lonesome woman, unfettered by the clamor, and his concealed eyes quickly pierced through the milling mass to settle upon an admittedly already distinct pair. That sunset blonde hair, for instance, never stood still long enough to not notice. She made for a good reference point as he took a long path around, unwilling to try and fight his way through all those people just for the sake of a straight line.

Good reference point... And a horrible financial demon. There was a reason he'd waited until now to show himself, and it squarely belonged to her, Cassia van Zyl. Sure, the half-elf was at first glance cute, but make no mistake— if you left her and your gold in a room together for five minutes, all you'd return to was some bread crumbs on the floor. She was a master at losing money, had no financial responsibility whatsoever. Of course he wasn't gonna let her in on where he went!

And the thunderhead in blue wasn't someone you should let fool you either, but when it came to this moment, Sigi and her northerly background would have been far more reliable than the mercurial, eternally broke, and seemingly insatiable Cass.

Would have been, if she wasn't asleep when he had the window to make it to town unmolested...

She'd die down past Thaln.

So he'd gone alone. They were, honestly, really lucky to have him around. Were it not for him, they'd be destitute, homeless, vagrants without a penny to their name or a meal in their stomachs after one wasted it all when the other couldn't bring themself to rein them in. They really should listen to what he said more. For instance.

"Don't feed the animals, Sieglinde." a gruff voice sounded out from behind the woman with one of the largest blades in the room. "It makes 'em depend on you. They never learn to fend for themselves."

Cassia was very clearly, despite a lack of eye contact, being either looked at or stared down, depending on how she interpreted his body language.

Sieglinde, the owner of the dubious yet well-earned position of "second-most-reliable person in the party", received an unceremonious (there's that word again, see?) clap on the back to drive his words home.

Finn...

Meh.