Theodore Praxim held back a belch as he happily stumbles out of the Tavern.  It was a long march through the woods to this city of Centallion and this was his first hot meal in weeks.  The small pile of silver coins in his concealed purse wasn't too bad either.<br/><br/>Praxim is a human hunter whose normal work involves carrying things for people through the woods to other cities.  Or going to the woods to bring things back to the city.<br/><br/>But all of that changed as more roads cut through the woods.  There are now more legitimate ways of moving goods out of the city.  He's down to the random messenger jobs that sprout once in a while.  Not enough for Praxim to live comfortably but at least he had enough to restock his provisions.<br/><br/>Amongst the pouches and bags that he wore over his light leather armor is a well-used recurve bow.  Tucked in its holster with a quiver of arrows at his right hip, the bow is his preferred weapon.  Praxim does however carry a small dagger and a light crossbow for small tight spaces.<br/><br/>He tore off a piece of bread from the loaf leftover from his meal as he walks down the main street.  Crumbs got stuck in his stubby beard.  Maybe shaving one of these days might be a good idea, he thought as he brushes himself off.<br/><br/>But work comes first.  It takes almost as long to find a job as it is to finish one.<br/><br/>Huh, what is this?<br/><br/>Praxim couldn't help be amused at the sight of what seems to be an Orc speaking to someone in front of a "Now Hiring" sign.  Literacy and job interviews for an Orc?  Professional as he was, Praxim got a good chuckle from that stereotype.  But if that "Guild" would tolerate an Orc, how easy would it be for an experienced hunter like himself?<br/><br/>So the human walked closer to a cautious distance from the Orc and the armored interviewer.  Close enough to barely hear the conversation but far enough to jump away if the Orc acts violently.