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Jalase rubbed at his face, the stress from the confrontation with his parents still rather fresh in the back of his mind. It had been a week, already, since then but his father had insisted on remind Jal that he would not be allowed to work the stall for some time to come. He still had to help bring the supplies to Padore. He still had to help set up. But he wasn’t going to make money from any of that and the work stopped there. He was no longer allowed to man the stall. Instead, his father and mother would remain there or, if one of them needed to go somewhere, Jal was expected to stay at the stall with the one that was staying behind.

With his savings gone, his parents had given him a small amount of money to eat on and sent him on his way. He stuck his hand into his small change purse, pulled out the few coins he had, and frowned at them. Definitely not enough to get a sword and it would take a very long time to save up anything near enough to buy one from this small amount of change. He shoved the money back into his pocket and looked up at the bulletin board in front of him. Plastered all over the board were several flyers of people seeking help with jobs. Most of them were simple things that didn’t pay very well, while others were things he definitely wasn’t qualified for — a private dancer? Jal snorted at the flyer as his eyes moved over to the flyer next to him.



The words caught his eye as Jal was instantly curious. He continued to read the information, frowning slightly when he realized he really didn’t have a way to hunt animals — seeing as he left his old sword at home (it would have broke most likely anyway). He shrugged slightly and memorized the location of the shop that was doing the hiring. It wouldn’t hurt to check the place out anyway. Perhaps they would provide him with a hunting weapon.

It didn’t take long before he found the place — and it definitely wasn’t what he expected. The place was modest, if not a little run down, and two stories tall. It was obviously marked as a shop but Jal wondered if he was supposed to knock before entering or just step right in. Ultimately he decided to go ahead and move inside. When he opened the door and stepped inside, he called out. “Hello? Is anyone here…?”

Jalase blinked, slightly surprised, as the female voice called out. For some reason he had expected men. He wasn’t sure why, though, seeing as how they needed help hunting. Surely if there were other males around, they would be helping out with such things. He gave the woman, and her...twin?...a friendly smile in return and moved over to where the two women were. “I saw your flyer on the bulletin board about needing help with hunting and was interested.” He glanced around the modest shop, eyes dancing over the interior and then, eventually, back over to the two women standing before him. He wished that his parents had a place like this. Even though it wasn’t in the best of shape they’d have shelter and a place to actually lock up instead of just packing everything up.

“Do you still need help?” he asked.

Jalase raised an eyebrow as he watched the girl, who had greeted him initially, disappear into the back room. She had so obviously been flirting but, despite the woman being pretty, Jal was not interested in the least. He appreciated a good looking woman, like most other men, however his mind was elsewhere. Flings and love were the last thing on his mind. He wanted to earn money for his sword and in order to do that, his focus could not be on chasing some pretty looking lady.

When the other woman spoke up, Jal gave her a small smile and nodded. “Aye, I can help. My name’s Jalase. Jal.” He hesitated a moment, unsure if what he was about to say would change her mind on taking his offered help or not. “I...I was wondering if you, perhaps, have an extra weapon I may borrow? My old sword is definitely not up to par for this job, besides...it’s back in Illidan, and the whole reason I’m looking for side jobs is so I can earn a little coin to buy me a new one.”

Jalase flushed as the woman’s expression changed and he could tell she was disappointed by the news that he had no weapon of his own. In retrospect, Jal supposed it was a bit stupid of him to come seeking a hunting job when he had no useable weapon of his own. Out of all the jobs, however, it had seemed to be the one best suited for him (and the most exciting). When offered the spear, Jal at least relaxed a tad bit, happy to see a weapon that he was at least somewhat familiar with — it having been one that he’d tried out before, ultimately, deciding on a sword. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head at the second weapon offered. “The spear, please. I’m sorry I don’t have my own weapon. Kind of stupid for me to offer my hunting skills without a proper weapon, hm?”