Apr 2, 2024
Jill didn't usually go out of her way to interact with mercs. Many mercs were straightforward in their goals: get the job done, get paid, and get the hell out.
However, she learned long ago that there are good eggs among mercs. There was something about this guy that screamed "good egg". It could be those big eyes, the anxious way he held himself, or something else entirely.
The man looks completely lost. He might stand here forever if she doesn't say anything. "Hey, you. You need something?"