#conradthemercenary

[guardianmaxwell]

Slip. Trip. BAM! Conrad was suddenly on the floor, staring at the ceiling. His mind racing as it tried to recall, oh.. right. Milla was in a bath towel. Why was she in his room like that? He snapped his eyes open after a brief reprieve and slowly sits up, looking about before his gaze lands on her once more, a blush sweeping over his cheeks.

Milla stares down at him, her hair tied up in a bun, water dripping along her arms, wondering why exactly Conrad was lying on the floor. She had felt dirty and had borrowed his shower, but she had forgot to tell him about it. “Would you like some help down here?”

[guardianmaxwell]

Conrad hands her a small item. It was a paper or something, but what was on it was the important part. 'Free Buffet' A coupon for that one place in that one city, notorious for it's huge buffet.

((OH GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE))

Seeing the coupon in her hands and realizing what it is, Milla bows deeply in thanks and dashes off, not a word to spare, a woman consumed by her appetite.

((Welp, looks like we won’t be seeing her for an hour or two.))

[holy-empress-of-begnion]

Conrad grins a bit. "What about Mercenary?"

"Sellswords can be somewhat beneficial when a situation calls for extra, neutral hands. Of course, the quality of each ranges, depending on their skill and prowess, and an ideal mercenary wouldn't abandon an army at the hint of a larger paycheck." She sighs. "I suppose not everyone can be like the Greil Mercenaries and Commander Ike."

[guardianmaxwell]

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otherworldmaxwell

"A few humans, some not-quite humans, and another version of myself. I've certainly received a number of unusual guests. It's nice to meet you all, though."

[daughterofawanderer]

[Starter] "Bah.. All these jobs are low pay.. Seriously? There's even one for rats in a basement.." He sighs a bit and pinches his nose. "Come on Mick. You know I'm good for it, any leads on something better?" Conrad looked across the table in the tavern. His gaze looking at an informant who collected notices for jobs. "Well.. You could always go and clear the Old Farm. Landowner mentions orcs have taken the place over, so you'd probably be against a nest." A grin appears on his face. "Perfect."

Yua had been listening in, and that would’ve been quite obvious if anyone had actually been paying attention to her, but lucky enough for her she was able to get away with it. She thought to herself that it had been too long since she fought an orc, they were always good for a damn good fight.

Leaning her chair back, “So…What’s this I hear about orcs? And is it a job based on bringing back the proof?” She smirks at Connor, “Hey, nothing wrong with a little friendly competition, am I right?”

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