Happy considers these options at length.<br/><br/>The first sounds far too much like actual work to appeal to the uncouth Halfling.  Besides, if they're<em>interviewing</em>applicants, they probably want stout-hearted people of character.  All very fine and good for them, but he's got more exacting standards for the company he'd rather keep.<br/><br/>The second, likewise, does not appeal.  Happy and water (or at least Happy and<span class="bbc_u">that</span>much water) have only a passing acquaintance!  The pay is attractive, though, and even though the very idea of trying to become an able-bodied sailor sounds also like too much actual, honest work (horrors!), a half-sized Thief could do worse.<br/><br/>The third...<br/><br/>Happy orders another drink before even daring to consider the implications of that expedition!  While it may not entail much actual w***, even a poorly read and simple soul as he can grasp the 'certain death' nature of the job.  Plus it involves boats, again.<br/><br/>Quietly lamenting that none of these jobs sounded like lots of gold in exchange for something light and easy, like, say, guarding one of the city monuments from theft, Happy takes the opportunity to sidle up to the newly arrived, newly minted Cleric with the honest face and the aura of churchly innocence.<br/><br/>"Evenin', squire!"<br/><br/>Gods forfend this one should prove an easy mark, but priestly types are generally good for entertainment.  Maybe if he could get this one started on the sins of tavern-goers...