The adventurer's guild, or rather the simple community board taking up space in the town militia office, was all that was left of a dwindling institution. Roving warriors and mercenaries were still popular in the world, but elsewhere in places with demons and dark hosts to fight. Arelat was peaceful, its one dark age in recent memory having been closed by Arisa herself years ago. Jacob looked confused at first, but dutifully replied, "Well sure, I think. Dad has me put up a notice now and then for a reward if anyone can find a set of tools he ordered a few seasons back and went missing on the road somewhere."<br/><br/>It seemed pointless to him, each visit to the militia hall so uneventful. In any other frontier town strapping young lads like Jacob would have been pining for their first adventure, but in a place like this where the militia just practiced with some sticks every other weekend while kicking out drunks when they overstayed their welcome, there was little attractive about joining their ranks. Most who did eventually wandered off beyond the valley, and usually never heard from again.<br/><br/>"W-whatdya want with them?" he then asked, curious about Arisa's sudden interest. To him she'd always been the pretty matron at the inn, the kind boys liked to talk about when no girls were around to get jealous. Jacob, usually a good natured sort with some bad friends, fell in line to Lyrio's fife rather quickly with just a few promises here and there involving Arisa. And when the other hooligans wandered off or went looking for their new boss, Jacob stayed behind to look after her.<br/><br/>"I don't think the board can help, you know. Posts go up but no one's really taking jobs. The chief doesn't let the militia recruits do them either, dunno why," he pointed out, though he couldn't say why.