<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/trev_portrait.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Trevoby Flintwood<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human, Blacksmith<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Adventurer's Office, Job Board - Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gatura, Mizuki, Marixsa<br/><hr/><br/>"Woah, wait!"<br/><br/>Trevoby had started to walk away when the rather large step-ladder called for him. The white-haired young man looked back over his shoulder, watching the strong looking fellow read the notice.<br/><br/>"Why’d you post and run? Maybe it’s your lucky day," the man said proudly. Trevoby almost swore that the dark-skinned fellow was prepared to straighten his posture, flexing his arms, as if to prove that he himself could take on such a quest by his lonesome. "I’m looking for some work. You payin’ well?"<br/><br/>"H-he's right." A soft, quiet voice suddenly spoke. Trevoby visibly looked to the ground, the sound of the voice sounding as if it might come from some form of talking rodent, like a squirrel or mouse. It wasn't until the voice kept going that he realized it came from the cloaked figure, which at first seemed to be little more than pale hair spilling out of an empty hood. "Maybe...maybe we could be able to help you?  What's the...uhm, request, entail?"<br/><br/>Trevoby stepped forward, peering into the hood. Surely enough, there were eyes! Yet this particular cloaked adventurer seemed quite nervous, and as soon as he got close she made her discomfort known, making any real look at her tough. Even so, a she was a she, and Trevoby was fond of she's.<br/><br/>"A basic errand," Trevoby replied, standing upright, arms raised and hands clasped behind his head. "My boss needs some Blood Iron, a special sort of metal that can be gotten from one of the nearby abandoned mine shafts. There's some critters in there, I'm sure, but..." His eyes looked over the large man before him, though there was no indication of awe or admiration. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll have no problem with that. As for payment, a piece of gear made with the Blood Iron you bring back and enough copper for at least two wonderful nights at the Inn, and that's if you're lookin' to break the bank."<br/><br/>Trevoby's eyes scanned the adventurers before him. He wasn't so sure about the cat girl's capabilities to handle the mines, but he'd seen less likely adventurers. The cloaked one was likely some sort of spellcaster or sneaky assassin, so no worries there. The big guy looked like an adventuring party all himself.<br/><br/><em>Maybe Hansel didn't send me off to die after all,</em>he thought.<br/><br/>"I'll meet you guys at dawn in front of the Inn," he nodded, then turned around to head back onto the main street of town. "Assuming you're still interested by then."