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The morning sun was brighter than it needed to be Frederik thought. He shielded his eyes from it with a large gloved hand, casting his face in a deep shadow. This morning he'd already had an early breakfast, tended to some small chores, and had found himself buried into a book about nothing in particular. It was like many of his days simply spent idling about like a teenager. Now he found himself ambling in the courtyard of the guild, looking for something to reinvigorate him. It had been a while since Frederik had been out and about in the world of dragons and he felt the walls of this place closing in on him. If he didn't busy himself soon he was going to go mad.

Across the courtyard standing at the entrance Frederik saw what might have been his only chance. A group of hunters stood there, bows ready in hand for a busy day of tracking and hopefully slaying. They were clad in neutral colours, and for the most part looked to be average size men. One though was quite thin by comparison. Frederik wasn't a particularly good hunter either; dragons were kind of stupid considering they chose to fight parties of dragon slayers rather than turn tail and run.. or fly. His tracking and marksmanship skills were lackluster at the best of times, but bad work was better than no work.

Dressed in the bottom layers of his armour, mostly a brown leather and scale clad shamble, Frederik waved at the group with a great arm whistling loudly. From their eyes he must have looked like an old kook who'd forgotten how to dress himself. His sword was strapped on his hips and the dagger into a belt, and he hollered at the group of hunters.

"Eh! Boys! Take me with you will ya?"