eachdraidh | [video / both courts]

[recruitment time. he'd assume that the majority of the fight-y types here are busy with that whole moon situation, but surely they'll have a moment to glance at the lockets at some point. no matter how dire the situation it, he doubts it's non-stop fighting for days on end. in the image shown over the lockets, saralegui smiles sweetly, playing up his own harmless appearance for this matter.]

I'm looking for a bit of assistance. Or at least, anyone who'd consider themselves fairly strong and are interested in taking a little trip.

[there's no chance he can get away with saying absolutely nothing about his destination or goals, if he wants to keep to that innocent "in need of help" image. so instead, he sticks to the bare minimum, in that pleasant and open manner of his that hides away any sign of withheld information.]

I need to go visit Troichean Beinn. I've already found a guide, of sorts, but it'd be nice to have some protection as well, both from the general dangers of traveling and whatever threats the city itself might pose. You can consider it a temporary guard job, but honestly, I'd also just appreciate the additional company.

[for once, he's being entirely sincere. he's only had one conversation with red, but he's sure he'll end up murdering the man himself if stuck alone with him for several weeks.]

It's a chance to see a bit more of this world and I know that, new as some of you are, that might be a very desirable opportunity. But if additional compensation is needed, I have some funds that I can dip into for payment. Let me know if you're interested.

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Troichean Beinn is a long journey. [The way he's looking at the locket, it seems like it may be resting on the map, and that he's looking at the latter rather than the former.]

If you'll have a witcher, I'll join you. [And possibly an angry elf companion depending.]

It is. That's half the reason I was looking for protection.

[the other half being that the last time he got involved in a seemingly simple non-combative sort of quest, his throat was nearly torn out twice in two days. but whatever, details.]

What's a witcher?

[Wow.]

A monster slayer. [Which he assumes will perhaps be of value on a trip in this place.] If you think you need one. I would like to explore more of the area outside of the castles.

[it's cool, he hypnotized one of the people who tried, and made friends with the other.]

I'd hardly turn such a professional away. I imagine your skills will soon be in high demand, in this world.

[a little bit of flattery, but it's not necessarily insincere. good to know there's someone experienced in the way of killing the sort of beasts this place seems populated with.]

I'd be happy to provide that opportunity, if you'll lend your services.

[This is going to be a great group of traveling people!] I'll lend them.

Where are you meeting?

[ yo, speaking of said angry elf he has appeared in frame, staring somewhat pointedly at the back of geralt's head. ahem. ]

[son, you have no idea.]

That's still to be decided. But I'll be in touch.