With her meal finished, Cassandra left the tavern. Its quietness was a nice change of pace from the usual noisy establishment, but perhaps a bit too quiet. She understood people keeping to themselves, but some of the inhabitants seemed rather antisocial as a whole. Outside of the town, life seemed immediately breathed into the street, and she went along her way until she hit the town square once again. She looked around for bulletin boards, wooden signs where townsfolk could hang job fliers to attract potential takers, typical sights in a big city frequented by adventurers. Her search was eventually fruitful, though the board she found was rather crowded by a group of rowdy young adventurers taking any job they came across that seemed interesting enough.<br/><br/>With arms crossed, Cassandra waited, tapping her foot as the ones ahead of her exchanged and hoarded jobs. By the time they left, there were none that paid especially well for the menial work offered. "Shop guarding, mushroom collecting, sheep herding...Come on, there's really nothing better?" She huffed unhappily, but felt a tug on her cloak from behind before she began to leave. It caught her attention, so she turned around to see who did it. Immediately, a person held out a scroll to her. She looked at them with some confusion, but they spoke up soon.<br/><br/>"The board is rather empty now, isn't it? This job will pay well, and it should be much more exciting for someone of your caliber, if you're interested." The person held the scroll up a bit more, and once Cassandra placed a hand on it, immediately skulked away and out of sight. Cassandra was naturally a bit skeeved out by this all, but she opened the scroll anyway to take a look. It did pay well, though the goal location's name was more than a little concerning. But at this point, anything was better than sheep herding.