Alistair looked up, feeling more or less human again after his third cup of coffee. He noticed several others sighing up for jobs. [i]Oh, right. Jobs. Cash. Bill.[/i] He thought blearily. He saw Chizaru creeping up out of the corner of his eye. He heaved a mental sigh, and cast an Aether-enhanced speed spell. In a blur, he seemed to teleport across the room to stop infront of the Request board, leaving Chizaru holding empty air and a knocked over barstool. He sipped the last bit of his coffe while he looked over the Job requests. [i]Hmm...Monster Slaying or island clearing... The island clearing has a bunch already, I think I will take the Monster Slaying.[/i] He searched around, patting his pockets for a writing utensil. He sighed as he couldn't find one. He held up a finger, which started to emit a faint slivery glow. He inscribed his name with his finger in small, graceful, silvery glowing letters. [i]There.[/i] He thought, satisfied.