Hearing the tail-end of the conversation at the guild, Clover makes her way within the guild's threshold.  "Oh, me neither.  I hate money.  I just happen to need it frequently."   Her youthful eyes are bright, but a bit weary after the short hike-- she seems recovered from the incidental near-death in the avalanche.<br/><br/>"Ew."  She eyes the trophies.  "Never have grasped the concept of pretty dead things as home decor."  She locks her gaze no the dragon's head-- it being the first of its kind she's ever seen, she finds herself staring for a bit longer.  "Really, now?"<br/><br/>Shaking off the creeping cold in her spine, she puffs out a soft exhale.  "Well.  There's nothing to day that we can't make a little coin to, ah,<em>sustain </em>us while we do a good deed or two."<br/><br/>She peers over Joshua's shoulder a moment-- an action that requires her to stand on tiptoe-- it doesn't work still, so she peers around one armored arm.  "Ooh.  Kidnappings?  Brigands?  A witch?  My.  Not much about<i>curses</i>in my primer, but it looks like we could, perhaps, lend a hand in this place.  I suggest we ask around at the inn."<br/><br/>Noticing Xelise still holding the man's nose, she adds stoically, "perhaps he's so old he doesn't<i>need</i>air anymore."