"I'm Delphine," she said, her expression contemplative as she sipped her (vaguely<em>decent</em>) ale.<br/><br/>"Hmmm...You know," the lovely Eidolon mused aloud, a trifle contemplatively. "My party<em>could</em>use a Fighter. You seem fairly decent in a brawl - Sure, it might be costly to arm and equip you, but we might<em>justttt</em>be able to afford that."<br/><br/>She canted her head to the side, absently scrubbing bloodstains from her armor.<br/><br/>"If we did that...Would you consider trying your hand at things?"<br/><br/>She<em>did</em>have a decent amount of money stashed away, what with one thing or another - And Master, at the moment, wasn't hard-up for money! In fact, she couldn't think of a better cause...<br/><br/>Delphine's smooth legs crossed with a supple scrape.<br/><br/>"What do you say?"