North Sea Dungeon

Takiko let out an impish giggle upon hearing Rokuro's worries. "Don't worry about me taking your supplies, I come with my own free of charge," he gestured back to the large bag on his back. "All's I got in here is a water skin and food to last me a week. No need for that unnecessary crap."

"Just don't think you can take any of it, this stockpile is my hands only." He took a moment to examine Rokuro's reaction after saying this to which there was none that could be perceived. He was left unchanged, staring aloof at the bulletin board. Takiko awkwardly shifted focus back to the gnome.

"First floor only huh?" He thought for a second. Not that exciting of a prospect, but it was something. Takiko decided on a low price considering his promise of quarter rates and it only being the first floor. The money was exchanged, and he finally introduced himself. "The name's Takiko by the way. You made the right choice doin' business with me," he reached around to tuck the coin into a side pocket of the bag. After doing so he clapped his hands together, "Alright! Ready when you are!"

The little brown songbirds hopping around the town square were much better behaved than the gulls down at the port, when Saprya threw them the remaining crumbs of her breakfast loaf. They chirped, almost falling over each other hunting for the little treats, but they were not nearly loud enough to drown out the discussion in front of the bulletin board.

There was not much else going on right now, so as she shared the remains of her bread she listened to the gnome-elf and the two ogres hashing out the details of their partnership, biting her lip as to not grin to herself too much. Now and again she allowed herself to glance their way, considering a decision that was not yet fully formed at the back of her mind.

The two ogres were tall, certainly strong, and they looked capable, as far as adventurers did. The gnome-elf was a magic user, judging by the staff he had dropped once, almost twice, already. But his exact talents she could not tell from just a few glances, too unfamiliar with the ways magic worked in these parts of the world. She was still trying to wrap her head around what exactly all of them needed these staffs for. Maybe it was some kind of artistic choice, something she could respect.

That unformed decision at the back of her mind was still nebulous when money exchanged hands and the previously lively conversation came to a halt. Saprya stood before she knew why, scattering the remaining crumbs for the hungry birds and smoothing down her pleated skirts, before turning towards the group.

"Excuse me", she called out from a polite distance before moving closer, careful to make eye contact with each of them as she continued speaking. "Uhm, hello. My name's Saprya, good morning. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but, ah ... I couldn't help overhearing and I wondered ... if you already have a healer for your trip?"

She glanced at the gnome-elf's staff, pointedly choosing her words as to not offend him.

"Because if not ... I would be available for a short dive to the first level. I do have experience! Not much in this dungeon yet, but I've seen my share on the mainland. Besides, lacerations and broken bones heal the same, mostly, no matter which dungeon you're in..."