<strong>"Well, you'll be receiving a full cut of any reward and loot so long as you pull your weight."</strong><br/><br/>"Oh thank god," the mage slumped into a chair almost immediately, somehow producing a bottle of mead. "I swear, this was like my absolute last day to join an adventuring party or I wouldn't get credit this semester. Good thing you guys came around or I wouldn't even be able to graduate. Can I get some nachos or something here? ...maybe some chicken or some onion rings? Hell, just bring me anything."<br/><br/>The waitress nodded and scurried off, and the mage leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the table.<br/><br/>"I think we should do that<strong>third</strong>one there," he said. "Dungeon crawling, defeating a bad guy, saving the village? That kinda shit will look great on my CV. Plus it's exclusive, we don't have to worry about any competition. We can totally slack on this one, who else are they gonna call? Probably just some goblin with a superiority complex anyway, totally noob-cave stuff, oh sweet, the food!"<br/><br/>The waitress brought back a plate holding something that might have been an obese sausage and might have been an entire stuffed raccoon. The mage prodded it with his fork, shrugged, and started eating anyway.<br/><br/>"I think we're gonna be a great team, guys!" he said. "Gonna be the best internship ever. And call me John, by the way, the fancy title is really just to impress the mundanes. Oh. No offense."