Eleni watched the guildmaster tack up his notice and a couple of the the tavern's customers scurry over like birds after breadcrumbs. They didn't look much older than the wizard herself, and she wondered if they'd ever done this sort of work before. In the year and the half she'd spent in Waterdeep she'd seen plenty of would-be heroes pass through The Rusty Shield or the Watchful Order's campus, eager to go on grand adventures and carve their name into history. Most didn't make it through the first month before resigning themselves to more mundane work, dying some messy, ignoble death or just vanishing without a trace.<br/><br/>Jinx's mug crashing to the bartop nearly startled Eleni straight out of her skin. She tried to compose herself as a barmaid approached with her food, stammering out an awkward thanks. As she tucked into the stew she listened idly to the the guildmaster's story, wondering if he was deliberately speaking loud enough for most of the tavern to overhear.<br/><br/>Eventually her gaze wandered over to the miserably looking man seated nearby. The poor fellow seemed to have had even less luck with the storm than she had. "Are um....are you alright sir? Y-you look like you've had a spot of bad luck..."