"H-uh..." The gnome woman says, giving you a curious look over the tome. "You don't seem ta know too much about the way we do things, Mr. Elf."<br/><br/>The little gnome climbs back up onto the desk, kicks a stack of scrolls away to clear room, and then plops down onto the clear space, patting the polished wooden surface next to her in an invitation for you to sit.<br/><br/>"To put it bluntly, the Pathfinder Society is... well..." She puts a finger on her lower lip as she tries to figure out how to phrase her words. "Well, I guess you could say that we're a mix between mercenaries and archaeologists. We're fixers, and fighters... mappers and storytellers. People with the good sense to be curious about the world around them, and without the sense to keep our hands out of the snake's hole."<br/><br/>She grins and sweeps her arm around the room, to all the knick-knacks, baubles, and trinkets littering the place.<br/><br/>"We're treasure hunters, but "treasure" can be anything from the helm of a dead God to the true name of Norgorber. You want work? The Society has it in abundance. You want<em>good</em>work? As a former Seeker myself, I can tell you... there's never a dull moment in the field. And we're a collective, not a guild... if you don't want to take a job, you don't have to. So if you need time to study, as long as you're not in the field, you're good to go."