Yep. This was just like Camp Nisus all over again.
As the blonde elf offered her assistance everywhere she could, there was also an influx of players coming to Lübeck to help out as well. All those flyers did their job, it seemed, and their job was ruining Jester's chances of getting one for herself. How hard was it to just try and help people, anyways? Maybe if she had a better sense of where people would be and when in a magical world such as Terrasphere, she wouldn't run into this problem so often. Worse yet, most other Starcalled had a UI, and could message their friends and get things done a lot more efficiently. Jester, not-so-obviously to everybody else, did not.
That meant that by the time she had shown up, she was left to take up two jobs. Or more like, one then another. With little money to her name and a sudden craving for sweet, sugary fruit with the orchards throughout the village, the nearly magicless magician took a humble job helping at the local tavern--ironically, a job she landed thanks to the heavy influx of adventurers taking every other job from her. Of course a place such as this was also good for scraping together information, and the former investigator didn't waste any time doing so. But what for?
Well, that other job she had managed to take on...
With any number of looks at the peppy and radiant elf, not one villager in Lübeck had supposed that Jester would have volunteered to negotiate with goblins. She accepted the obviously risky task with a wide grin and an unerring optimism. She could understand that people wouldn't want to do this job, but before she was Jester, she was many things she didn't necessarily wish to be anymore, and thankfully for these people that included being a freelance negotiator.
So the offenders usually come by after sundown... That makes sense, doesn't it? But then there's also some that come during the day. Could it be that one of the clans isn't nocturnal...? Not to mention they're asking for a bit too much for a symbiotic relationship, and to fuel a private war. How troublesome...
As the sun had become mostly swallowed by the horizon, the elf began to focus less on collecting general information on goblins in the area and more on cleaning up so she could get paid and leave without leaving the owners in a mess. Public service, then scaring off some goblins! In her weird personal hierarchy of priorities, happiness came before safety. ... Plus she still more than kind of wanted some apple cobbler, or even a few apples slices at this point.
@Zelrius
As the blonde elf offered her assistance everywhere she could, there was also an influx of players coming to Lübeck to help out as well. All those flyers did their job, it seemed, and their job was ruining Jester's chances of getting one for herself. How hard was it to just try and help people, anyways? Maybe if she had a better sense of where people would be and when in a magical world such as Terrasphere, she wouldn't run into this problem so often. Worse yet, most other Starcalled had a UI, and could message their friends and get things done a lot more efficiently. Jester, not-so-obviously to everybody else, did not.
That meant that by the time she had shown up, she was left to take up two jobs. Or more like, one then another. With little money to her name and a sudden craving for sweet, sugary fruit with the orchards throughout the village, the nearly magicless magician took a humble job helping at the local tavern--ironically, a job she landed thanks to the heavy influx of adventurers taking every other job from her. Of course a place such as this was also good for scraping together information, and the former investigator didn't waste any time doing so. But what for?
Well, that other job she had managed to take on...
With any number of looks at the peppy and radiant elf, not one villager in Lübeck had supposed that Jester would have volunteered to negotiate with goblins. She accepted the obviously risky task with a wide grin and an unerring optimism. She could understand that people wouldn't want to do this job, but before she was Jester, she was many things she didn't necessarily wish to be anymore, and thankfully for these people that included being a freelance negotiator.
So the offenders usually come by after sundown... That makes sense, doesn't it? But then there's also some that come during the day. Could it be that one of the clans isn't nocturnal...? Not to mention they're asking for a bit too much for a symbiotic relationship, and to fuel a private war. How troublesome...
As the sun had become mostly swallowed by the horizon, the elf began to focus less on collecting general information on goblins in the area and more on cleaning up so she could get paid and leave without leaving the owners in a mess. Public service, then scaring off some goblins! In her weird personal hierarchy of priorities, happiness came before safety. ... Plus she still more than kind of wanted some apple cobbler, or even a few apples slices at this point.
@Zelrius
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