Izrafil thanks the rakshasha, then lopes over to the bar, noticing the human waving at him, and wondering what's afoot.
"Well met. How may I be of service?"
"Hi, my name is Luriel."She offers a hand for him to shake. "You see, I'm a planar traveller and I'm rather new to this stuff. I spent my lottery money getting here and then I realized that accommodation here is a lot more pricy then Golarion."Words tumble out of her mouth. "Long story short, I'd really love to be staying here, but it means I'll need some form of income. The postboards has some people looking for help, and I think they're jobs for a full adventuring party and not for people alone. Would you be interested in forming one? We set aside an extra share for healing supplies, otherwise we split the payouts equally."
Izrafil returns the handshake, replying,
"Well, that's all to the good. I'm in the mood for travel at the moment"
His smile widens.
"First order of business. We need to decide what we want to do." Luriel says in a business-like tone of voice.
"These were the jobs that I saw on the post boards.Nekagth the Gelugon has an open request for buying alchemical supplies, most notably monster parts. Golden cats' eyes, al'miraj horns, carbuncle gems, akata larvae, mimi wings, gremlin gizzards."
"There's a want-ad for apprentice necromancers. Willingness to work with undead a must."
"An alchemist and machinist complains of gremlin trouble and requests adventurers capable of dealing with the problematic little fey. And has the listed Hall to go to. "
"Then there's a job for finding a missing person. A missing persons request from someone named C-C. Inquiries are to go through Asphyxyx."
"Then there's another, a merchant describes a warehouse as having been overrun by "tiny green men" that have killed or spirited away his laborers. He wishes them cleared out and writes the hall to meet him."
"A celestial by the name of Galeon Pureblade wishes aid in a quest."
"Then there's also a request for the capture and delivery of small elementals outside the primary four to one "Keriston, Red Wizard"
"My vote would be for the merchant with his warehouse overrun by "tiny green men", but which job would you vote for?" Luriel asks the elf.
"Also, I didn't catch your name. Or any name to call you by."
As she passes back by with the tray, she can't help but listen in, and her face bursts into a wide grin.
"Can heal a bit if'n you need it. Be a nice chance to take a day or three off lugging ale around." As she says this, one of the mugs on her tray slides away from the edge of its own accord. "Bah, that nonsense again."
"Well, we'd be glad for your help, Kizzle, but we don't want you to get into trouble with your job either."Luriel answers. "When's your next day off?" Luriel asks Kizzle. "And what nonsense?"
"Sometimes stuff just starts movin' around me." She slides the mug back into place. "Can get kinda irritating. And I'm off tomorrow."
The elf cocks his head to one side.
"Izrafil, at your service. I know gems, if that's any help, but if you want to aid the merchant, fine by me - I'm not fussy about the jobs I take, so long as I get paid, and so long as we keep moving"
He looks around at the entrances to the room, tenses a little, sniffing quietly as if trying to catch a scent, then relaxes subtly, turning to the gnome.
"All of those drinks taken?"
"Aye, but I can bring ya something. What's your poison?"
"Nice to meet you Izrafil. Don't worry. I can't sit still myself." Luriel answers him. "Well I'm a scholar and..a fair archer. And he's a wizard."She points at Rascallon. "But our healer, Kizzie will only be off tomorrow. So we'll start tomorrow."
"Ever found out why?" Luriel asks Kizzle. "Ah well - I suppose that we'll just have to wait till tomorrow. And I'll need to find a way to pay for tonight's bill...hmm.."
She then approaches Sholanar on the next music break. "Hi, my name is Luriel and I'd like to ask if I could join you singing for the night to pay for my stay here. It's sort of what I do in Golarion...I've never been very good with money." Luriel admits, shamefaced.
"Aye, but I can bring ya something. What's your poison?"
"Stout, if you please.", replies the elf "The blacker the better. Have one for yourself"
He hands her a small, semi-precious stone in payment.
After hearing the tiefling say that he didn't work for fiends, the gruff aasimar walks over having finished his meal.
"If muscle is what yer needin' then I'm yer fellah. I'm a decent track'r ta' boot, and can help guide ya through most places. *Mind though, I don't much care about helpin' any fiends out.*"
He whispers this last part. "Ya lot seem like fine folk though, and we should get along jest fine."
Luriel looks at the aasimar carefully. ’Oooh Mr Sour Puss finally decided to come out of his shell’ She thinks to herself but does not say that out loud. ”Ok! You’re hired!” She answers brightly instead. 'Better someone else standing in front then me.' She thinks to herself.”But we set off tomorrow since our healer,” she points at Kizzle, ”is only off tomorrow.”
”Also, my name is Luriel. How would you like us to address you?” Luriel asks. ’I don’t think calling him Big Stupid Fighter would be a good idea…’
Just in case he was too polite to eavesdrop the conversation between herself and Rascallon, Luriel repeats herself.
"These are the jobs that I saw on the post boards.Nekagth the Gelugon has an open request for buying alchemical supplies, most notably monster parts. Golden cats' eyes, al'miraj horns, carbuncle gems, akata larvae, mimi wings, gremlin gizzards. Since you don't wish to work for fiends, this one's probably out. Though selling parts from slain monsters is a profitable business."
"There's a want-ad for apprentice necromancers. Willingness to work with undead a must."
"An alchemist and machinist complains of gremlin trouble and requests adventurers capable of dealing with the problematic little fey. And has the listed Hall to go to."
"Then there's a job for finding a missing person. A missing persons request from someone named C-C. Inquiries are to go through Asphyxyx."
"Then there's another, a merchant describes a warehouse as having been overrun by "tiny green men" that have killed or spirited away his laborers. He wishes them cleared out and writes the hall to meet him."
"A celestial by the name of Galeon Pureblade wishes aid in a quest."
"Then there's also a request for the capture and delivery of small elementals outside the primary four to one "Keriston, Red Wizard"
”Which job would you vote we go for, tomorrow?” Luriel asks the aasimar.
She nods to the elf, pocketing the gem and scurrying to the bar. After a few moments, she returns with a foaming mug. "Here you are."
"Thanks
Izrafil sips his stout, then turns and listens in on Luriel's conversation with the aasimar.