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Lyon had came to a stop right out side the entrance to Sybak and stretched his arms out in front of him for a few seconds working out the kinks from walking from the Gaoracchia forest. The relativity young human had no knowledge what was going on at the town today but found out real quick as soon as he made his way in. With his hand on a firm grip on his blade sheath he made his way through the festival.

He had stopped to ask a few people directions to the job board. That was his life line on staying alive. On his trip here he was praying he would have an escort job but, has his luck would have it, no one was heading this way.

A kind stranger pointed Lyon in the general direction towards the job board, how some one who lived in a town not know where something was located was strange but he did have a good sense of direction especially in terms of memory.

He followed the directions give to him and came to the job board. There was a female wingfolk. There was one major difference between her and the ones had had met. Her wings were different, one was a normal like wing the other looked of a more evil origin. This caused the human to stop in place, a good distance behind her and to her left, and stare trying to process how that could happen. It continued for about ten seconds before he just shrugged the idea off and moved towards the job board. He was not going to judge her based off that; He had met to a few people who looked like they would be trouble but turned out to be nice and the other way around.

Lyon began scanning the board firstly looking at the pay out of the job because at this particular moment in time he was a little bit short on gald. There were more jobs over by the side of the Wingfolke female that he could not read the price from the angle he was at. Rather than to make space for him self so he could read he asked in a polite as possible manner. "Pardon me for intruding, but are there any jobs that you can see that are paying out a decant amount of gald. I'm kind of short changed at the moment."

His stomach had growled afterwards reminding him that he did need to eat, seeing has the last time he ate was easily over a day ago.

Eduardo returned Sirea's handshake. His hands, oddly enough, also seemed clawed. Needless to say, as usual, he was unfazed.
"I'm Eduardo 'The Wise and Pretty Freakin' Fancy' Drespada, lab assistant extraordinaire. Because the sidekicks are the really cool ones! My real middle name's Brian, if you want to know..."
He scratched his head. "Anyway, like I said, I'm not a full-blown science dude. However, I could try, what with all this huge assembly business. What do you need help with?"

"Well... I'd say enough that I can get some food and NOT sleep in a tree or someones roof tonight. Oh, and some change can't forget about that." Lyon said with a cheery smile. The wingfolk woman moved to the side enough for Lyon to shimmy over and look at the jobs. "Thank you very much." Moving over enough he scanned up and down again. Ahhh....Man nothing here really worth it. A small depressed groan-sigh transition followed.

That would be his luck. Venture all the way through a forest, nearly get killed, and arrive in a town with no work. "Lovely... Um, you would not happen to know anyone in particular I could get work from around here would you?"

Sirea couldn't help but chuckle at Eduardo as he introduced himself. He's got claws as well. Does that mean that he's cursed like me? She thought to herself as she examined Eduardo's hand. "It's pleasure to meet you, Ed. And to you as well, Ilene." She said with a smile. Her fox ears twitch from within her hood after hearing Ilene's comment. She would look at her own hands for a moment then looked back to Ilene. "A manicure? I haven't even thought of that." She said with a chuckle before turning her attention back to Eduardo. "Well, you see...I'm looking for information in regards about an 'evil curse'."

"Ha, Ed. Eddy. That's a new one." Using his non-manicured hands, he rubbed his chin a bit.
"An 'evil curse'? What, are you one of those unhappy lycanthrope types?" He had met a few of those in his time. "Uh... A curse of a living, twitching hood? A curse of causing everything you see that is made from pigs to explode? No, that would be just too evil, even for evildoers!"

"Yes that is true, but you can only sleep IN trees so many times before your back starts going funny," A small bit of wisdom figured out in his time. Azriel then suggested that he take multiple smaller simple requests. In truth that was a good idea if he was going to be staying in the town for a longer period of time. Problem was that he came here specifically looking for some work with the festival and all. He figured there would be convoy requests from merchants galore and of course there were none. And seeing as she did not have any knowledge like that Lyon was stuck in a rut once again.

"Well thank you for letting me... Actually, would there be any place near here, like ruins, I could search and make some loose change." Even in his predicament he was not going to let him self give in to the smaller jobs. And besides searching ruins was always fun for him. There was so much knowledge for him to learn... Until he gets him self lost.

"Well sure, but you can get creative and piece together a hammock, and hang it from a branch or two." In the past, she had seen some of those things hanging between the palm trees beachside at Altamira, and from then on, thought it'd be nifty to have one of her own. It was an option she was forced to figure out eventually, after...something...made it become too risky for her to try staying in inns.

At his next inquiry, she turned a stare down at the floor for a bit, thinking. "Hmm...the Temple of Lightning is actually quite far...ah! If I remember correctly...southwest from this city is that mausoleum of an ancient clan of alchemists..." Looking back to him, she made a sheepish expression while scratching the back of her head. "I forget the name of that clan, however." sweatdrop