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[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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[ The moon situation hasn't been that Gabranth finds any particular interest in, beyond the oddity of it all. Besides, his primary focus is still set squarely on finding a path back to Ivalice.

Failing that, however — or perhaps as a means to that end — learning whatever he can of this world will be a sufficient goal. ]

What payment might you willingly offer for the service of a Judge Magister?

[ Sure, it galls him to think of lowering his station to that of a mere bodyguard. But it galls him far less than the thought of raising his sword in the name of his abductors, and traveling these lands with some accompaniment could very well provide its own benefits. ]

[Indeed, during a time of respite during the Moon defense, Saber spared a glance at her locket. She remembered Saralegui and whereas she had a good reason to avoid Troichean Beinn, it was not a good reason when someone needed protection.

With the darkness of the caverns, it isn't easy to see Saber in the locket, so she dismisses her visor for this conversation. Her armor is somewhat visible, though.]

I shall accompany you. For what purpose do you head to Troichean Beinn?

Would you do me a simple favour on your travels, sir? I shall owe you in turn if you agree, for I do not think the bother would be too great an inconvenience.

Troichean Beinn?

[ katsa's pronunciation is off even as she mimics saralegui, though not too far. it doesn't ring a bell, but then, she hadn't been poring over maps since she arrived.

she's not exactly interested in acting as a guard for someone without fully knowing them or their intentions, but she doesn't exactly want to settle in caer scima, and seeing more of the land might give her a better idea of how she could return to her own. she hesitates. ]

What sort of city is this place?

[ Connor's still in the middle of the moon event, but seeing as he really has no stake in the moon being in the sky or not (more like he went just to see how everyone would fight) he speaks up, interested. plus, he doesn't hate saralegui. he had been pretty helpful to Connor during the feast, despite Connor's hostile attitude. ]

Still looking for people?

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.]

[He's calmed down a little. And he looks less like actual shit. The fact that he's in a better mood is borne out by how he chooses to actually lock this instead of attempting some kind of public smear campaign.]

No.

[He's got his locket propped up against something on his desk, working away with a pencil in hand and a standing magnifying glass beside him, because he is too stubborn for glasses. He glances up.]

Gods no.

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