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He listened to the Hyur, then went from smiling, to straight faced, to smiling again. "HAH! A Hyur after me own blood. By 'Leave me alone in Aetherial bliss,' I'll bet you meant, 'I want a job, Two-Patch!'" The large Sea-Wolf let out a boisterous guffaw, slapping the small man on his shoulder. He quietly reached down to his side and pulled a small slip of paper, a goods voucher worth nearly 2,500 gil, signing it before sliding it across the table. "Ol' Whiskeyjack knows talent when what he sees it, aye? Yer young, smart, and know the law. Most importantly, ye probably have license to practice it. That voucher, call it a signin' bonus, should be good down Hawker's Alley. Use it at some of the book shops what're set up there, eh? I ain't a lawyer... I am a notary... but I AIN'T a lawyer. I need one. Go buy you some books an' come back, let me know if yer in it to win it, son. If'n I don't hire you, I'll have to finish all o' my trials by COMBAT!" With that, the Sea Wolf stands up and launches a massive uppercut into the air - the sort that makes you want to shout SHORYUKEN, though you don't know why. He then messes up the young man's hair, and looks around the bar.
"Thal's balls on a stick! Ain't it just a mess of people around here today! Who's the lucky lad or lass what gets my company next..." He rubs his hands together, seeing a few of the locals roll their eyes and go back to their usual work. It's clear that he uses the new adventurers coming in and out of the tavern to scout for talent. He begins to methodically move past a few of the tables, hawk-eye spotting a few interesting folk. He looks at the nervous Elezen woman who just conversed with the lalafel business woman. "Nope. Yer spoken for, lassy. If'n you want better rates, Two-Patch Exports could always use some alchemists." He keeps walking towards the bar.
"Ah, here we go!" He takes a seat at the bar where, moments before, a Lalafel departed from the bar - leaving a slouched Elezen woman sitting by her lonesome. He leans his massive frame onto the bar and then eyes Orry up and down, "Well, normally ye pointy-eared folk drink yer beer with a pinky out. Here you are, slouched over, lookin' like you ain't eaten in a few days. What's yer talents, kiddo?"
"Thal's balls on a stick! Ain't it just a mess of people around here today! Who's the lucky lad or lass what gets my company next..." He rubs his hands together, seeing a few of the locals roll their eyes and go back to their usual work. It's clear that he uses the new adventurers coming in and out of the tavern to scout for talent. He begins to methodically move past a few of the tables, hawk-eye spotting a few interesting folk. He looks at the nervous Elezen woman who just conversed with the lalafel business woman. "Nope. Yer spoken for, lassy. If'n you want better rates, Two-Patch Exports could always use some alchemists." He keeps walking towards the bar.
"Ah, here we go!" He takes a seat at the bar where, moments before, a Lalafel departed from the bar - leaving a slouched Elezen woman sitting by her lonesome. He leans his massive frame onto the bar and then eyes Orry up and down, "Well, normally ye pointy-eared folk drink yer beer with a pinky out. Here you are, slouched over, lookin' like you ain't eaten in a few days. What's yer talents, kiddo?"
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