Most of the table grumbled, indicating that the house seemed to have come out on top of this particular gamble. As usual. He felt someone jab at him in a friendly manner and turned, surprised to find yet another stranger. Though this one was quite easy on the eyes, blonde and firm. though she lacked that look in her eyes he loved in women. That hungry look. This woman had a man, or another woman, recently. Smiling, that just made it more challenging, to create that hunger again. 

[i][b][color=fdc68a]"Ah'm new here. So maneh oasis' in this lan'. Definiteleh somethin' I can ge' use' ta. Name is Raffey."[/color][/b][/i] He finished his drink, then summoned over a buxom lass. But he decided to try a method on this new woman, Leo, that had worked for him before. When she arrived, he gave her attention, sure to keep his eyes on her own and not stare at her ample charms, [color=fdc68a][i][b]"Ah'll 'ave another flagon,"[/b][/i][/color] using this time to glance over at Leo, smiling as soon as he caught her eye, before continuing, after handing her a couple of silvers, [color=fdc68a][i][b]"Keep dat for yaself darlin'"[/b][/i][/color]

Once more his eyes slid over to Leo, a grin teasing his sunkissed face into a bright smile. [color=fdc68a][i][b]"An' whus a fine desert rose like yaself do? Ah'm a monsta hunta, born and bre'" [/b][/i][/color] Apparently their conversation had been overheard by a nearby halfling, [color=39b54a][i][b]"Oy mate. Monster hunter did you say? I know of a job for you, for a fee, just a split for the finder."[/b][/i][/color] Raffey turned, his eyes downward toward the little man, immediately taking in as many details as he could. The man had ink smudges on his fingers, his soft, unscarred fingers. He sat heavily in his seat, as if it was something he did often, and probably did if his beer gut was anything to indicate. He even squinted a bit, his eyesight strained.

The woman arrived with his drink, as he kept his reading stare on the man, watching him squirm beneath his gaze. He drank a large draught, not breaking away. [color=fdc68a][i][b]"An' wha' migh' a scribe offa me? Mice eatin' ya booken's again?"[/b][/i][/color] The man flushed crimson, [color=39b54a][i][b]"I write the jobs given to the knights, and one hasn't been completed for a while now, and the reward is still valid. I just want a piece of the monster is all." [/b][/i][/color]

The man didn't want payment unless the job was completed it seemed. No risk in accepting. [color=fdc68a][i][b]"Fine, nah whus the job?"[/b][/i][/color] 

[color=39b54a][i][b]"Harpies, a whole nest of them, somewhere west of Greenfall. They've been pestering the ranchers there, taking livestock a lot. The Silent Hunters don't bother as its not their territory, and well, as usual, the knights are useless. All I want are some of the quills."[/b][/i][/color] 

Quills for a scribe. At least he was dedicated to his craft. Raffey considered the job. A whole nest would be rather difficult and time consuming by himself, even with Dibney helping. He'd have to do skirmishes, whittling down their numbers over many days until they clump up. Still, it would be better with help. He drained his drink once more, flashing a toothy grin at Leo, [color=fdc68a][i][b]"Why no'? A few feathas for a featherweigh'. Consida ih done."[/b][/i][/color]