Franca Mintz

Franca eagerly accepted the bounty of food while she listened to Raven speak, though Mirande's voice booming across the hall cut off any further conversation. Now there was someone more after her own heart, Franca thought, though she immediately balked at the idea of not breakfastin' and ravenously ate the last of her food. Slices of salt ham, onion soup, another sweet white roll for a sop--a veritable feast for Franca, and she devoured it in just a few moments, washing it all down with a quaff of small beer. She was so absorbed in her eating that she almost missed Mirande gesturing to and fro, directing everyone, but she looked up just in time to watch Mirande jump down off the balcony. Franca gave a low whistle. There was the powder, sure, but that was impressive nonetheless.

Then Mirande started dragging people off, including Franca, toward their groups. Franca returned Raven's wave goodbye before Mirande rowdily handed her off to the swordswoman Franca had met earlier and one other of a serious looking sort. Franca already had a mild apprehension of Erinn, and now something about the curt manner of Nila didn't quite endear her either. Franca rubbed the back of her head and gave a nod back.

"Franca," she replied, returning the polite smile, though by then all their attentions were towards the job board, and the promise of pay made Franca dismiss all her misgivings. She swung herself up and over onto a nearby table to get a better look at the board and smiled when a few caught her interest.

"For my part, I'd say this Hatkadedyet job's the easy money," Franca called over to her partners, thinking about her own abilities. "But this Nawade job, that's a respectable pay," and, with a wink and a smile, she added, "though I figure either job will be noble enough for your sentiments."

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