Wyn had finished tracing her fingers along every notice on the job board. She gave a small sigh and put her hands on her hips, looking over them again just to confirm what she had read. While she was sure that the job board back in her hometown of Pokke had mostly low-level hunts that threatened the village this port city of Val Habar seemed to turn men and women into motherfuckers quire instantaneously. Honestly, most of these seemed to be at a three star, one four star in the mix that just absolutely blew her mind. She then stopped overthinking things and realized the threat levels were three and four stars, and clearly indicated as such. If the hunters here were held at a higher standard they would be rated as such.<br/><br/>Wyn's forehead was beginning to boil, her face starting to feel moist. She wasn't used to the climate of Val Habar yet, still too cold-blooded despite her travels. Wyn took off her helmet with both hands, and rested it between her right hand and her hip. A nice cool breeze flowed through her baked head, and it gently blew onto her scalp through her short platinum-blonde hair. She reached into her left pouch and grabbed a small rag from it, gently dabbing and wiping the sweat off her head. It didn't help that her eyepatch was cobbled together from Giaprey leather, and was starting to melt to her flesh. She flipped over the eyepatch and dabbed under it, gathering the sweat forming under the patch. She quickly did this, not wanting the others surrounding her to see her scarred eye, a socket filled with scar tissue where she once had a functioning eye. She flipped the patch back over and stowed her rag, looking at the guild hall entrance to her left and looking longingly.<br/><br/>That's when Wyn noticed that there was a gorgeous young thing standing next to her staring at the job board as well. She was a novice hunter, to be sure. She had only leather armor, and was deep in pondering while reading the board. While Wyn wasn't the fastest reader she was sure that most people had parents to teach them reading when they were young. Surely this woman wasn't as illiterate as she was. Wyn smiled, and turned her body to face Ameria, resting her right arm on the board, her helmet still wedged in between her wrist and bicep as she placed her weight on the sturdy job board.<br/><br/>"Why, Hello there…" Wyn said, looking her up and down, eying her juicy curves and admiring her features. "You look pretty new," She said, her gaze returning to Ameria's face. She nodded her head towards the board, "You might want better gear if you want to take these bad boys on alone." She raised an eyebrow, looking at her gear as she craned her neck to the side to get a better look at her charge blade and shield, "Unless you have some friends or fellow hunters going with you?" She asked, her expression was genuine, she was concerned for this woman's safety. It would be a shame if this gorgeous woman went to waste and died young.  Wyn extended her left hand, "I'm Wyn, Wyn of Pokke Village, Veteran defender and hunter. You are?" She asked, her voice trailing off as she lowered her head and squinted her one working eye.