<span style="font-style: italic">â€œLooks like someone missed the stablesâ€</span><br/><br/>"Yes I can see that. At least your animal could direct you to the stables, I'm sure," Lysonna commented back, looking the human directly in the eyes.<br/><br/>When the halfling stood upon the chair and spoke,<span style="font-style: italic">"Good of you all. Now then, onto business. You see I have a proposition for the lot of you. I have in my posession a caravan on course towards Shoven with a much needed shipment of ore and lumber. The north roads have been besieged with goblins as of late however, and I require the assistance of adventurer's skilled in battle such as yourselves. The pay shall be well and I will cover your lodgings while you are in the city. As for the job, it must be delivered to the border within 7 days time. As such I will be expecting you back in 14 with report of your success should you accept."</span>Lysonna watched him and listened. She took her seat as far away from the barbaric human woman as possible. Her brows rose in a questioning way.<br/><br/>"Why would you entrust several strangers to carry out this job? What exactly is it that you wish for us to deliver?" Lysonna asked, the hand holding her staff tightened around it so that her knuckles were white. She was willing and ready to fight, but she wasn't just going to sell herself for just anyone. "Also, just what border? Little sir, you need to be more specific if you want your task done and done right." The half-elf added as she thought about what the halfling had said again.<br/><br/>Despite all of his missing information, Lysonna felt a sure sense of purpose, as if she were meant to do whatever it was the halfling was asking. Not to mention she could prove herself, and maybe even get more acceptance, a dream of any halfling. She was trapped between two worlds and was unable to call either her own.