Thuringvethil

Not a moment after Emrys had just stepped foot off of the ship that carried her to this foreign city, did a local approach her with wide-eyed smile. She listened to the man speak, his high pitched tone full of enthusiasm. The man had finished speaking and she held her breathe a moment before responding, "Adventure, I suppose. May I ask your reason for inquiring?" 

The man put his hand to his chin, stroking the small tuft of hair that stretched from his skin. "I make it a point to greet all of the new faces that enter this city." He smiled as he spoke, his eccentric voice growing more ridiculous by the moment. 

Emrys listened and then promptly spoke, with little hesitation. "You stated that you greet all new faces, yet mine was the only new face you greeted so cheerfully." Though she wore a smile, her mind was full of suspicion. 

"Ah, caught in a lie I have been! It would seem my tongue is not as silver as they say!" The man's voice grew to just below a shout, making somewhat of a scene. The random locals scattered to-and-fro, away from the man as he spoke. "You seem to be the knowledgeable sort.." He paused momentarily, eyeing the blade at Emrys' hip. "And quite adept at using that. I am looking for freelance workers, to hire for my humble quest!" The man practically sang these words. Emrys thought he was more akin to a jester than an employer. "What say you, traveler?"

Emrys contemplated, she was short on coin and new to this area. Would work land on her lap as easily as it had done now? Or was this an illusion, masking some more sinister motive? If it were a trap, then she might already be ensnared, but if it was honest work then she would lose out. "Very well, take me to the nearest inn and we shall discuss this 'quest' of yours." 

He smiled, his grin growing from ear to ear as he bowed and then began to lead the way. Emrys sighed and thought to herself that she always attracted the odd ones. *She followed the man quietly, hoping she hadn't just forfeited her life.*