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[h3]Meisa Amorette[/h3]
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It was obvious how different this district was. The sense of hopelessness pervading through the streets and the people didn’t spread its rot here, and had Meisa not known better, it would have felt like a scene from non-elven cities of times long gone. But unfortunately, it was not, and she wasn’t here to see the sights, either. The smell of freshly cooked food was enticing.

In the end, she decided on an establishment mostly at random, aside from picking what she felt gave the best opportunity for her. She came in with all the confidence of an elven princess, or an employer seeking the help of hired labor. At the same time, though, she wasn’t bombastic or naïve enough to throw wide the doors and announce her magnanimity in hiring adventures for a quest. No—she was also hungry, despite it all, so she went up to the proprietor first, sliding in between two groups and flagged down the attention of the proprietor. She glanced about, noting the appearance of the adventurers within, and what they were eating and talking about. 

As far as food went, it was the basic tavern fare. “Bread and beer please,” she ordered, taking the same quick, cheap meal that the others were. Beer in the morning offended her aristocratic elven sensibilities, but in Oratorio there was an image to upkeep… and despite how decent this district seemed, she wasn’t going to trust the water or milk anytime soon. The two groups that were to her sides contrasted themselves—to her right, a seasoned looking group was keeping to themselves, enjoying their meal with the temperance of adventurers that had seen some shit and knew how to deal with it. On her other side were clear rookies, boisterous, with equipment that seemed untested in the Abyss in Meisa’s opinion. 

She deliberated on what type to hire—but fuck it, what if she went for both? Mixing the inexperienced with the experienced? She remembered something similar from a time long ago, to get inexperienced soldiers quickly up to speed. It didn’t translate the best here, but it was better than nothing. Meisa knew full well that this was going to be a tricky affair—she knew adventurers were a finicky sort…

“Say, barkeep,” she began after a while, pitching her voice enough that the nearby adventurers could also hear, “Are any of the groups here looking for a job? See, there’s this issue that some merchants are having…” She quickly summarized the situation, sprinkling in the enticement of discounted supplies and further opportunities while still keeping her voice heard. “We’ll pay handsomely for the protection,” she finished. "Anybody you know here willing to take that kind of job?"

A fucking annoying situation, but if it worked out, she wanted some good connections for the Abyss, too. She just needed to make sure some stupid gang wouldn’t mess things up before she could build up enough to smash them. It would be the stupidest end for a goddess-to-be like her.