"Good. Glad I can count on you, Tree-Hugger." In a decidedly un-ladylike moment, the blue-haired gnome spits into her palm and extends it to shake Valen's hand, her features actually relaxing a bit now that she knows she'll have someone to rely on in the absence of her previous chapter-mates. "Welcome to the Society, First Seeker."<br/><br/>With the first half of the business done, the gnome flips open her ledger and begins to pore over the list of jobs that have been submitted to the society over the past several days. The elf notices that some of the jobs had been crossed out over the two days he'd been resting; either she'd done the jobs herself, or she'd pulled some strings to get them taken care of.<br/><br/>"Ok... I got a couple of doozies that I need eyes in the field for. Wine sellers as far east as Andor have reported attacks from strange, red gripplis, and massive thefts from their cellars. There are rumors about strange creatures being spotted up north in Varisia, where the crop issues were startin' up a week ago... and then there's Cheliax. Something's going on there that's making even the diabolists nervous... and people have found dead lemurs and imps hung from lampposts in the lower city. All of these are big, and their in pretty big areas... a good opportunity to show just how<em>hard</em>you can work, and perhaps get a few more hands for the chapter. Any of 'em striking your fancy?"