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Considering much of the network's recent activity, I fear my inquiry is not particularly scandalous, nor is it especially thought-provoking, but please bear with me for just a moment.

I'm looking for someone skilled in enchantment, particularly in the field of weaponry. I may have some work for you, if you're willing to try something for me. A paying job, of course, should it happen to work out.

If that sounds like something that might interest you, then let me know and we can sort out the details.

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[Whether he's able to find what he needs or not, the rest of his evening will be spent at a tavern—the one at The Hearth Fire, to be precise. While he does have certain expectations about who he might run into here, his main goal is simply conversation, so he'll turn to anyone that doesn't look to be busy and say:]

Excuse me. If you have a moment, would you mind humoring me with a story?

[If it's conversation he wants, then surely this, too, could've been solved over the network, but... Well, maybe he's old-fashioned, but these sorts of things are better done in person. Not plastering his face all over the network considering his general line of work, however, is also a plus. While occasionally necessary (like today), he'd like to keep it to a minimum.

Alternatively, feel free to wildcard and run into him anywhere. Although, wherever he is, you might be wondering why there's a chinchilla rolling around his feet. On second thought, haven't you seen it somewhere before...?]

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Enchantment... how do you mean? You mean like imbuing a weapon with some sort of elemental affinity?

[ It's not her level of expertise, she just knows enough to heal. ]

And what sort of weapon are we talking about, here?

[Ah, well, this was unexpected.

Toh'ni has yet to get the hang of using her network device to actually browse the network, so she'd missed Thancred's post earlier. Pretty hard to miss the man himself occupying the seat beside her when she settles down at the bar, however.

She wasn't exactly expecting to run into any familiar faces from home, even only ones that were familiar by mutual acquaintance.

For a moment she look surprised, then perplexed, but then that eases into a smile and she turns to face him somewhat in her seat.]

Certainly. It's a busy night, I suspect I have a bit of time before the bartender makes their way down this far. What sort of story is it that you're hoping for?

[She's no Warrior of Light but she has her fair share of tales on offer all the same.]

[It is, perhaps, not the safest idea in the world, to pass time at an establishment clearly noted to be run and frequented by Eorzeans... but since when did Nero care about things like safety? He'd already joked that he ought to just hop on the network and announce to the entire city 'hello I am a Garlean, please form an orderly queue to punch me', but being here was probably the next closest thing. Being here would, in theory, get all that messy business dealt with and moved past. And it might answer a question or two that he has, to boot.

He'd been a bit too absorbed in his drink and his thoughts, it seems, given that Thancred's question catches him by surprise. He stiffens, he turns his head... and he's suddenly glad that the dark glasses he's wearing help conceal just how wide his eyes have gone.]

I might have a tale or two...

[The surprise is only upon his face for a moment. He is quick to school it back into something cold and hard. The last time he saw that man in person, things were very different. And he knows well enough that even Ascians can end up here. Apparently.]

What manner of weaponry are you looking to work with?

Yes, being neither scandalous or thought-provoking, your inquiry risks being quite boring.

... And yet, I find myself with far too much free time. Of what manner of weapon do you speak?

[Emet-Selch double-checked to be sure he left no pictures attached to his user name. It was entirely possible, even probable, that this was no one he was acquainted with, and yet someone needing another party to enchant a weapon for them was certainly familiar...]

depends on what you mean by 'enchantment.' care to elaborate?

[ Qrow's been around here to have learned that what some folks around here consider magic, is just plain ol' technology on Remnant.

And even if not, dude's still down to talk weapons. ]

[ V'seji doesn't drink as much as he used to, but the tavern is always the place filled with bustle. All it takes is a couple of drinks to loosen some lips. Today, he's merely enjoying himself instead of snooping around for answers to the many questions he still has. Any company is welcome.

Ears perk up as he's approached, finding it a pleasant surprise... Though he does squint at Thancred. He recognizes the marks on his neck, then the rest&mash;all with a smile. ]

A story... Is it by chance past your bedtime? [ A joke. ] I'm not even sure what kind of tale you seek.

[ He has many stories! Some true, some fabricated, some from their mother crystal, and some from Prismatica, so he only wonders what Thancred could possibly want. ]

[Is that... Thancred? Hells, it feels like it's been so long.

Of course, he's well aware that Thancred does not know him, but that wont bother him in the least. He just wants conversation, to see how his old friend has been getting on, perhaps learn of new developments-- and then he stops when he sees the little furry thing at the man's feet.

At first he thought it was a nutkin (that nutkin?), but... that's a different sort of rodent. Though before he can inspect it further, Rhus catches a ball of sky blue fluff heading for the animal and he blocks his chocobo's advance with a foot. This would not have worked if the chocobo had been fully-sized, but fortunately, while it retains its adult proportions, it's merely the size of a chick. Much easier to deal with.]

Ah-ah, no, Sunflower. [Then he looks back up at the Hyur.] Apologies, he's a combat chocobo, and has been chafing without something to expend his excess energy on.

[sitting alone at the tavern, nursing a half-empty beer. no, he doesn't look all that busy. in fact, it appears as though he was staring off into space until he was approached.

he turns his head and raises his eyebrows before gesturing to the empty spot next to him -- pointing with one of the fingers clutching to the rim of his pint.]

It must be a short story if it only takes a moment of my time.

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wildcard! bc rhus cant fuckin read shit on the network and is an idiot

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