Erret blinks at Azucondie in disbelief, before sputtering and saying, "we don't even have a tavern yet, miss! And depending on what that signal fire means..."

Azu stood there eyes wide and nodding, waiting on the man to finish his sentence. She had this affect on men, they often were without words when she was about. She believed it was her own devastating good looks, and natural talent.

"Are you right in the head, miss?" Smith said, with a concerned look on his face.

Azu blew a razzberry as she realized he was indeed flirting with her, all his talk about signals and fires. "Of course I am, good sir, it would be impossible for me to be in the wrong head, now wouldn't it? I mean unless I'd been polymorphed or..." The horrid idea crept into her brain. What if she had been polymorphed? What if she had been turned into an ugly old hag...or worse...a beautiful old hag...or worse - worse an ugly young hag! She began to panic, "Oh no! What if I've been polymorphed? Am I an ugly young hag. Oh NO!" She immediately began to cry and put her face in her hands. "I'm *sob* an ugly young *sob* hag! No one will ever want to watch me perform again. I'll die alone in my ugly youngness...*SOB!*"

She grabbed the man by his lapels and pressed her wet face against his clean shirt. She felt around until she found a handkerchief (preferably his) and pulled it to her face and blew her nose, and again, and again, until it was soaked and then handed it to him as if nothing had even happened.

Erret looked at his handkerchief confused then mentally shook it off and threw the handkerchief into the fire behind him. "My dear," he spoke, "you are not ugly, nor a hag. I'm sure you have plenty in your lifetime left to make sure you will not be alone. Whether it be by friends or a companion, that all comes with time and is up to you to find. Now, if you are looking for work please check the job board and get back to me when you have chosen a job. I can offer you further instruction from there." And with those final words Smith rushed out into the cold to see if he could spot the fire himself and if it had been put out.

Azu went over and sat in front of the jobs board, waiting for others to come along...

Enialis returns to Smith's Gambit without incident,"Well I'll leave you to whatever it is you do. I'm off to my patrol group." he says to the person he escorted, Alen was his name and went off to patrol group 3.

"Thank you, and best of luck, or at least better than mine. The local wildlife seems to love the taste of elves," Alen said to Enialis.
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A young woman with nice clothes enters the place.

It would appear that jobs are scare around these parts.  Is anyone willing to start at the bottom and work the perimiter?   Maybe get lucky and find a couple pelts along the way?

Azu Put her hand up. From her seated position beside the jobs board her hand would be right in Anreyela’s face. She started waving it back and forth as she spoke. ”Oh me! Pick me...please...oh please pick me.” There is the impression that she has no idea why, she just really wants someone to pick her.

Holding her hand out.

Hi I'm Anreyela.  Nice to meet you.   Whats your name?

Looks like it is just us at the moment.  I have been known to play a lute, sing a song and occasionally punch things.  Still rather new to the adventurer thing.   If no one else is willing to go we could try being an intrepid duo of legend?

Not much of a way to start but it looks like pelts are paying, and maybe the perimeter?

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Azu shook the other woman’s hand too hard, even though her own strength is minuscule. It si comedy...timing is everything. She grinned, ”Oh you picked me! Oh how marvelous. I am so pleased to be picked.” She stood and smoothed out her dress. ”I’m Azucondie, pleased to meet you. Everyone just calls me Azu the Clown. Or just Azu. Or just Clown. Sometimes Hey You. Sometimes Fuck You. Sometimes asshole...” five minutes later after she had recited every name she had been called, ”Oh sure, I don’t mind.” Then she makes a perfect Animae Girl pose and says, ”Intreped Dou of Legend! That’s us. We can fight evil doers.” Then she paused and listened some more, ”Of course, we will guard the perimeter! We will fight the forces of evil and peltiness. I go left and you go right. You can go right while I go left if you prefer!”

Plucking a song as she recites the long list

That is quite the list Azu, most impressive that you remember all of them i only remember the last couple.  Though we certain have shared a few names fuck you and asshole seems to be frequent.

Looking for the governor.

Hey Erret, what we gotta do to get signed up for the perimeter?  Striking a pose reminiscent of Azu leaned forward holding out her hand with a V symbol on her fingers. Azu and I will clean up this place, or at least sing a song about it while someone else actually does the work.  We might only be a pair but we can run away with the best of them.

Azu stood beside her brand new BFF and made a matching “V” with her own fingers. ”Evil Doers BEWARE!”

Erret says, with a suddenly exhausted look on his face, "I'm afraid we don't pay for running away from fights, but if you get two or three more people to join you, you may patrol the perimeter. I wouldn't recommend runnin' off into the woods, just the two of you, but I won't stop ya. If yer lookin' for pelts, I'd suggest takin' some traps with ya. Jessop sells em."

Looks disappointed

Well as it looks like it is just us right now at least until someone else comes around. I guess we will have to do the easy quest.  Off to Jessops'

Azu echoed what her new Besty said, ”Quest!” Then she said curiously, ”Going to Jessop’s is a quest? Are their evil doers in there? Oh what fun. We will crush the evil at Jessop’s”

Hoot cautiously glides into town, sticking away from crowds. He makes his way to the job board, but he cannot help but whip his head around looking at things. Quietly he repeats the animal cries of any furs he sees, and looking at the buildings he chimes out the thwack of woodcutter's axes and the hammering of the men who recently built them.

Arriving at the job board, Hoot cautiously examines Erret keeping tense and ready to bolt. Eventually he gathers his courage and waves to get Erret's attention. "Ah! Governor Smith~! Do you have a moment, sir?" The words are in the centaur's voice, and the volume and cheer contrast sharply with Hoot's short, tense stature.
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Alban enters the hall again from the trading post in a hurry to get out of the weather storm blowing through the area.

Alban looks around the room to find Erret and makes his way over the skittish man and Erret.  "Erret, my name is Alban, sir." extending his hand towards Erret.  "I was talking with Jessop about building a small cabin with a workshop area and putting plans in motion to have them built.  I do have some crafting skills and tools to help with construction to speed up construction.  Jessop suggested I talk with you about that."

Seeing the fidgety man next to Erret Alban tip his hat to the man.  "How are you tonight lad? Name's Alban by the way.  What's your's?"
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Anreyela comes back by Erret.

Hey Erret, got any..

Looking at the other people.

Hey you 2 looking for more people?  Azu and I need two more to take on the perimeter.  you guys up for it?

Hoot looks down at the gnome, curious. "I mean no harm... and more pressing, I am alone." The voice this time is a bugbear's rough bass that likewise doesn't fit the kenku's scrawny frame.

"Name's [snowy owl call] by the way," he repeats in Alban's own voice. What he gives as his name is the short hoot of an owl local to the region.

Hoot is surprised when the women arrives. He wanted to try to be around these people, and they keep showing up! They speak so quickly too.

"More people?" He scrunches up his face and leans forward as he concentrates on how to reply. So many words to choose from.

Ah, that works. Hoot straightens back up and turns to answer her. "Quick, there is no time to waste!" The latest voice is Erret's with an undercurrent of urgency.

Hoot is glad people are considerate enough to project their voices so loudly sometimes.
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Anreyela looks at the bird looking creature and tried to make [snowy owl call].  How about hoot?  is that a yes you want to go?
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Azu immediately loved the tiny bird person. She grinned, Oh how wonderful I’m Azucondie but you can call me Azu. You have such beautiful feathers. You can use my voice any time you like. If someone comes up to you with attitude you can just go ‘chill out.’ If they want to fight you can go ‘hey dickwad my name it Hoot. Wanna rumble.’ Oh and if you wanna shine ‘em on, it’s ‘hasta la vista baby.’ Or you can do combinations.”

This is going to be SO much fun. I have my own little recorder who is a person!!!

"Hoot?" The kenku takes in the nickname. It's not as good as the majestic owl call, but he likes it. Going with these people sounds fun. "Yes, yes, yes."

Hoot contemplates what Azu said. "Can use my voice any time." The concept of permission is strange to him. Usually the forest people just attack if they don't like it. He leans forwards as he tries out the different suggestions. "Chill out... Hey dickwad my name is Hoot. Wanna rumble?.. Hasta la vista baby!" So many new words, he doesn't recognize some of them.

He straightens back up and bobs up and down in front of Azu. "Chill out, my name is Hoot." Unfortunately the excitement doesn't affect his intonation at all.

By this point, Hoot has lost all of his caution. It doesn't look like these people will try to eat him or drive him away from their tribe. This is a nice feeling.

Turning towards the loud woman addressing him and Hoot Alban replies, “Anreyela, I would be interested in doing a patrol if you are up for it if it’s not too late in the day. What do you think, Erret?  We would need to make it official.  What say you?”