Rogar listened to Onyx plea while he pulled out a pipe from one of his pocket and lit it up then puffed some smoke from it.<br/><br/>"Morning Onyx, well, some can't help wanting to expose more of your curves, for some people it's all about the looks for their works."<br/><br/>Then Cassidy came in, the girly man, being part of the experienced members of the guild, Rogar knew of this androgynous person but for him, all the elves looked like that anyway. They lacked the manly beard obtained from drinking ale and wrestling with bears in the mountains. Then Mei came in and Rogar observed her for a moment. His attention shifted to witch that came in and introduced herself.<br/><br/>"Indeed you are in front of Rogar Ironhammer, the axe master with the guts of a 100 dwarves. "<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the monk to join in and head straight for the bar. He didn't waste time in drinking at least. He waved to the monk so he would pay attention to the conversation.<br/><br/>"I have a silver graded job for all of you with some luck, you might even earn your silver membership. The job is pretty straight forward, the employer needs you to retrieve a box. A magical box to be exact from an abandoned temple in the sylvan forest. The box is black and supposedly was abandoned in a Temple. Of course it sounds simple but useless to tell you that the sylvan forest is the domain of the fey and they take a certain pleasure in playing with your mind and emotions.  The employer just want the box, so everything else is up for grab. You will be paid 11 000 gold. Yeah he really wants the box. So any questions?"