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"If we are looking for group, why are we there?" asked Maylara, sighing. "They told us that we should do this in a tavern or something."

"Pffft" said Neroe. "That damn orc in the Adventurers Guild say that. And I'm not doing anything that guy said!" answered Neroe.

"Then why if we aren't doing what he said, are we looking for group?" asked the drow. "We should simply leave and go for adventures in our own."

"Is all fault of the stupid Zannas Adventurers Guild and their liscence: As long we are 'level 1' in the rank of payment, they will keep giving us the lame missions. And I want adventure, not having to work as errand girl, or exterminator killing large rats, or all these other stupid 'quests' we have done so far. We are way better than this! That's why we should join an actual adventurers party, so we can finally leave Zannas and do something epic!"

The two elves keep waiting in the main street near the doors of the Free City of Zannas, looking to join for others adventurers: but there where way more traders, farmers and artisans crossing the streets, and the few adventurers who passed either spoke in their uninteligible jargon
"l0l. n00bz" taunting them, or just plainly ignored them, leaving for their own business.

"This isn't working" sighed Maylara. She thought all of this trip to Zannas was a mistake now: they should look for adventure in their own, as the winds blow! Not in a regulated city with laws and manuals for even how to be an Adventurer.

"Oh, don't get down" said Neroe with a smile. "Everything will work fine."

“You are doing it wrong” suddendly, said somebody to them.

"excuse me sir?" asked the mountain and drow elves. In front of them was a fat an greasy half-orc.
Half human and half orc, it must be said his orc side was a peaceful, large and chubby Vanolosé orc, not an orc warrior of any kind, so he didn't make an impressive figure.

"You are looking for group, right?"

"Yes?"

"You are doing it wrong" he said. He must be in his 80's, thought Maylara... but she have never been good calculating orcs, human and Kanov age.

The young fat alf orc, twenty-two years old, didn't looked like an adventurer in any way.

"And what know you about this, anyway?"

"I live in Zannas." he said. "And when Adventurers want some chicks to join their party, they expect something for them. Specially if they are elves."

"What?" said Neroe confused.

"Three words.
Chain-mail-bikini. Or at least less clothes!"

“If I wear any less clothes, people will ask me how much it costs the service, and I don’t mean the ones as adventurer” protested Maylara: They were only in their shirts, as being raised in the cold mountains of Nohalion wasn't the same as the mediterranean Zannaz climate...

“I’m just saying. Scantily clad adventurers had more attention.” said the half-orc, raising his shoulders. "You should as well look for group in a shadowy tavern with shadowy corners!"

"In chain-mail bikini?! We would get attention: but of jerks hitting on us!"

"that's my suggestion. take it or leave.
But remember.
Chain-Mail Bikiiiiiiiini" said the half-orc, as he dissapeared in the crowd...

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"If we are looking for group, why are we there?" asked Maylara, sighing. "They told us that we should do this in a tavern or something."

"Pffft" said Neroe. "That damn orc in the Adventurers Guild say that. And I'm not doing anything that guy said!" answered Neroe.

"Then why if we aren't doing what he said, are we looking for group?" asked the drow. "We should simply leave and go for adventures in our own."

"Is all fault of the stupid Zannas Adventurers Guild and their liscence: As long we are 'level 1' in the rank of payment, they will keep giving us the lame missions. And I want adventure, not having to work as errand girl, or exterminator killing large rats, or all these other stupid 'quests' we have done so far. We are way better than this! That's why we should join an actual adventurers party, so we can finally leave Zannas and do something epic!"

The two elves keep waiting in the main street near the doors of the Free City of Zannas, looking to join for others adventurers: but there where way more traders, farmers and artisans crossing the streets, and the few adventurers who passed either spoke in their uninteligible jargon
"l0l. n00bz" taunting them, or just plainly ignored them, leaving for their own business.

"This isn't working" sighed Maylara. She thought all of this trip to Zannas was a mistake now: they should look for adventure in their own, as the winds blow! Not in a regulated city with laws and manuals for even how to be an Adventurer.

"Oh, don't get down" said Neroe with a smile. "Everything will work fine."

“You are doing it wrong” suddendly, said somebody to them.

"excuse me sir?" asked the mountain and drow elves. In front of them was a fat an greasy half-orc.
Half human and half orc, it must be said his orc side was a peaceful, large and chubby Vanolosé orc, not an orc warrior of any kind, so he didn't make an impressive figure.

"You are looking for group, right?"

"Yes?"

"You are doing it wrong" he said. He must be in his 80's, thought Maylara... but she have never been good calculating orcs, human and Kanov age.

The young fat alf orc, twenty-two years old, didn't looked like an adventurer in any way.

"And what know you about this, anyway?"

"I live in Zannas." he said. "And when Adventurers want some chicks to join their party, they expect something for them. Specially if they are elves."

"What?" said Neroe confused.

"Three words.
Chain-mail-bikini. Or at least less clothes!"

“If I wear any less clothes, people will ask me how much it costs the service, and I don’t mean the ones as adventurer” protested Maylara: They were only in their shirts, as being raised in the cold mountains of Nohalion wasn't the same as the mediterranean Zannaz climate...

“I’m just saying. Scantily clad adventurers had more attention.” said the half-orc, raising his shoulders. "You should as well look for group in a shadowy tavern with shadowy corners!"

"In chain-mail bikini?! We would get attention: but of jerks hitting on us!"

"that's my suggestion. take it or leave.
But remember.
Chain-Mail Bikiiiiiiiini" said the half-orc, as he dissapeared in the crowd...