Elysia Whitewood
Hey! Would you by any chance need a gloomy elven mage in your party? 😑
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The coins clinked softly in Elysia's pouch as she counted them for the third time. The sound was disappointingly hollow - not enough for another night at the tavern, let alone her preferred elven ale.
Wonderful,she muttered under her breath, stuffing the pouch back into her belt with unnecessary force. The Prancing Griffin was bustling when Elysia pushed through the door. The familiar scent of ale, sweat, and woodsmoke greeted her as she made her way to the job board. Her green eyes scanned the parchments pinned to the wooden surface, and her frown deepened with each posting she read.
All group missions. Perfect. Just perfect,she grumbled, tugging at one notice that specifically requested 'MINIMUM TWO ADVENTURERS' in bold lettering. The elven mage stood there for a moment, staff clutched tightly in her hand, weighing her limited options. Work with others or go hungry. With a resigned sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, she turned to survey the tavern's patrons. That's when she spotted Honey sitting alone at a corner table. Not her first choice, but at least Honey didn't seem as insufferably loud as the others. With decisive steps that belied her reluctance, Elysia approached Honey's table. She stood awkwardly for a moment before clearing her throat.
Hello,she said with a forced smile that barely lifted the corners of her mouth.
I find myself in need of a... partner for a mission. Would you consider joining forces, or perhaps allowing me to join yours? I assure you I'm quite capable with combat magic.Her fingers tapped impatiently against her staff as she awaited a response.