The streets of New Grindea aren't foreign to this mage, no sir! She hadn't gotten lost, yet again, on her way home from a house-call. She was simply.. admiring the wares held at this particular stand. When the crowd began to form en-masse, people familiar with the feeling of magic did well to avoid brushing against her. The bustle of the big city had always felt like home to her and even in a city far away from where she was born, this held true. There's insurgent whispering, hushed tones talking of war on the horizon, of a Warrior who abandoned his people, and then debates. Naturally, these debates get heated and passionate, like all things in the city are destined to be. Pulling her hat securely on her head, and clutching her staff just a little closer, Mina tried to find a way out of the rowdy crowd.<br/><br/>They're silenced just as she reaches the edges of the mass, close to one of the corridors that leads to a backstreet. She was about to make her escape when the voice of Mother Minoune stalled her.<br/><br/><em>'...Looking to recruit several adventurers for an expedition into the Dravanian Forelands...' </em>The words rung through the crowd well enough, and her question of who would remain, who would stay to fight, left Mina wondering. Was she a<em>fighter?</em>She could easily hold her own against the weaker creatures of the lands, probably. And she had grown up in a pretty dangerous area, but scrapping had never been her strong suit. Nevertheless, she's one of the few standing about when the crowd begins to disperse. Not many would risk their lives for the sake of an adventure, naturally.<br/><br/>Maybe... maybe they could use a medic? And this would be some good experience, a proper chance to use her stronger white magics on people who might need them! She motivates herself with this thought alone, smiling lightly and meeting the gaze of a Miqo'Te who seemed to be ecstatic for the opportunity. Excitement was certainly infectious and the woman could feel it taking hold of her legs, making her itch to dash off towards the clearing. But a voice holds her back, a question asked by one of the remaining few. She looks between him, and Mother Minoue, feeling a chance to speak up.<br/><br/>"Uh, I could show you if you'd like, sir? This city is pretty... confusing and I'm going there myself, so we could go together. I'm sure that Mother Minoue has other duties to attend to, anyways." He looks just a bit off-putting, wolfskins dyed black and a muscular frame that spoke of combat experience. Would the other adventurers be like him? If so... maybe she could get a little stronger! On one hand, this was just a<em>little</em>uncomfortable. But on the other, the people in the square, this man, and the girl who had rushed off, they could likely be working with her in the future! So getting off on the right foot was important.