>>Take the undead job, some grub and a woman

You express your want for food and a woman for the night, as well as accepting the job for the next three nights. She grins and rolls up the flier, handing it to you. “Coming right up. I got some baked axe beak that’s to die for and some tonberry-tended green beans from Ruwa. Before it gets dark, take that flier to Lord-Mayor Cromwell. He’s the dressed out prick with a twirly white moustache and top hat. Can’t miss him.” She leans in closer. “As for your companion, I got one that I think you’ll love.” You hand her the gil, and inquire about the curse.

”About a year ago, we had an oracle in town. The lord-mayor at the time, Cromwell’s father, didn’t like a particular prophecy she said about his family. No one knows what was said, but he ordered her burned at the stake. On that stake, she said the town would be haunted and hounded by the dead every changing of a full moon to a new moon. The late Cromwell died in trying to hold back the undead in that first onslaught. Now we bear the brunt of his burden… All the dead rise around the town and the graveyard. Doesn’t matter if we kill old Mister Grant with fire and burn him to ash. He will come back the next month. But the young Cromwell has made it into a gambling attraction. He and other merchants bet on how many kills certain adventurers get. It’s despicable. He should be focusing on lifting the curse rather than profit from it.” Leila sighs. “But I’ve blabbered on too long. You’re a hungry lad that needs to grow!” She nods and steps away to get your meal.

As you wait for your meal, you can see the setting sun through the windows. It felt good to be off that airship. Traveling for days in the air, although a peaceful flight, left you feeling slightly off. A woman and a good bed would be a welcome reprieve from the crowded bunks. You glance over to the rowdy table of adventurers, their noise level growing. The black mage accuses the thief of sliding his finger out of the way of the knife, and it soon escalates from there. It comes to blows, fists flying as the other adventurers make a circle, laughing and hollering at their comrades.

You hear a charming giggle from behind you. You turn and see a lovely viera standing next to you, wearing a simple violet top around her chest, hanging down to her waist. The rest of her skin is bare, save for matching purple shoes. “So you’re who I’m with tonight, eh?” She looks you down just as you did her. “My, but you are cute. What’s your name, white mage?”

>Robin
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>Minwu
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>Current Gil: 431 (100 for company, 25 for meal)

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