Stimulating warmth beat down through the still winds. The smell of labor and sweat filled every hotspot of activity in the country of Reim. Duban's complexion seemed to bronze beneath the sunlight from the time he's spent in the area. Beads formed over each of his brows, spilling over. "Whew... heh." The Balbaddian native amusingly hummed to himself, thinking of his new outlook on life.
Arriving at his first stop, he spun his hearty, woven shoulder bag to his stomach, digits flickering over some worn documents. Drawing a scroll as if it were a blade, pulling at the knot with his nondominant hand, exposing the contents. Duban's Pinot Noir eyes reviewed the contents of his work. It was a standard-sized sheet, a blend of elegant caligraphy and minimalist design. The center headline underscored "Hiring", subtitled "•Magician •Gladiator, •Ranger •Tamer,
For long term excursions across the seven seas. Colosseum entrance." at the bottom, it was signed Runann.
There was plenty of information withheld, hoping to draw from a wider net, as well as keeping his intentions hidden from the wrong kind of attention, it is not as if one can openly hire criminals and the like.
The sunlight's pressure grew in strength as the day progressed. Now Duban's heart was pounding from all the heat stress. His hair was abnormally limp from the perspiration. His lightly-tanned skin was filled with a crimson hue as his blood rushed to his face, trying to keep his temperature down. Duban managed to find a table with benches, keeping in mind to do this indoors next time even if he had to rent a room. His mind was clouded, pouting, and continuously wiping the sweat off of face while breathing laborously. The main indicator was giant version of the same poster that he had posted throughout the city. It wavered hanging off the edge of the table, weighed down by a pocket watch. Duban surveyed the line of people, scanning for any potential candidates.
Arriving at his first stop, he spun his hearty, woven shoulder bag to his stomach, digits flickering over some worn documents. Drawing a scroll as if it were a blade, pulling at the knot with his nondominant hand, exposing the contents. Duban's Pinot Noir eyes reviewed the contents of his work. It was a standard-sized sheet, a blend of elegant caligraphy and minimalist design. The center headline underscored "Hiring", subtitled "•Magician •Gladiator, •Ranger •Tamer,
For long term excursions across the seven seas. Colosseum entrance." at the bottom, it was signed Runann.
There was plenty of information withheld, hoping to draw from a wider net, as well as keeping his intentions hidden from the wrong kind of attention, it is not as if one can openly hire criminals and the like.
The sunlight's pressure grew in strength as the day progressed. Now Duban's heart was pounding from all the heat stress. His hair was abnormally limp from the perspiration. His lightly-tanned skin was filled with a crimson hue as his blood rushed to his face, trying to keep his temperature down. Duban managed to find a table with benches, keeping in mind to do this indoors next time even if he had to rent a room. His mind was clouded, pouting, and continuously wiping the sweat off of face while breathing laborously. The main indicator was giant version of the same poster that he had posted throughout the city. It wavered hanging off the edge of the table, weighed down by a pocket watch. Duban surveyed the line of people, scanning for any potential candidates.