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Harley smiles at the halfling as he mentions the call for heroes. "Well, there isn't that much else to do here. Unless you're looking to be a lumberjack or do tavern work" She takes a small spoonful of the stew, savouring the taste before swallowing, then she looked at Baros again. "You travel far to get here?"
Harley walks into the Wizard's Grace just as Trinil comes out of the kitchen. Looking around, seeing the rather empty common room, she frowns for a moment. A smile crosses her face as the little gnome, not a local it seems, starts her monologue. Though Harley is used to customer complaints, the clientele of the Pickled ear is a lot less eloquent. Slowly she walks over to the centre of the room, where she sits down and looks around. If there were really this few adventurers, then she was sure to get some jobs at least. Perhaps enough to finally leave her current employment behind her. She wonders if any other locals are here to start their adventuring careers, perhaps even someone she knows?
Harley is local as well, she works at the Pickled Ear, dodging barfights while carrying trays of cheap ale. I'm sure most of the locals have seen her around town now and then. |
