"Ha!" Camilla snorted. "I have a seeing-eyed centaur! Ha!"

Valthrun's Tower was a five story structure, the highest building in Winterhaven. Camilla stumbled to the door, nearly full blown tripping, and knocked. 

A wizened old man opened the door eventually.

"Hello!" Camilla said, "I'm Camilla, would you happ-"
"Oh, fantastic!" Valthrun explained, excited, "Are you the adventuring party here to take care of the kobold problem?"
"No, I was wondering if you could fix m-"
"Wonderful!" Valthrun was beside himself with glee. "You've encountered the kobolds that have turned the old King's Road and out outlying farms into their personal hunting grounds?"
"Uh..ok, but first-"
"Those beast vex me sorely." he explained. "Yet the villagers here refuse to recognize the seriousness of the problem!"
"Yes, what about the seriousness of my broken gla-"
"Attacks along the road have grown more frequent over the last few months. Something's stirring the kobolds up. I don't suppose you would be interested in taking a commission from me?"
"Look, man, can you please just-"
"I promise you, I can pay well for your services!" Valthrun promised.

Camilla threw up her hands in surrender, and looked away while the rest talked about the quest.

Fauna frowned as Camilla tried to talk to the mage, after a second her ear twitches before she shouts more aggressively than intended. "Look Mister! Can you just fix the Miss's Glasses?! Then we can talk about the stupid pest problem. Yeesh. No wonder you live alone." She snuffs and involuntarily stamps her hoof on the ground before her eyes seem to refocus and her ears droop in embarrassment. "I... I'm sorry... But...Please?"

“Nah, they got it,” Lucina says as she waves a hand dismissively. “Wake me up when the doctors in.” She then promptly rested her head on the table and took a power nap. 

"Will you take the job?" Valthrun asks, playfully.

"Sure thing." Belial stayed at the table, silently eating at whatever food was there.

Fauna frowns and looks up at him, frustrated with this man. "Fix the glasses first... THEN we'll discuss whether or not we accept. It's the least you can do for cutting her off..." She pauses, counting on her fingers for a second in thought. "FIVE times. Very rude indeed." Fauna crosses her arms stubbornly.

"Very well!" Valthrun says, giddy. He takes Camilla's glasses, and with a wave of his hand, magically fixing the spectacles. He hands them back. Camilla puts the glasses back on her face, and can see again. She turns towards Fauna, and jumps and shrieks in shock at seeing you through her glasses. "GHA!! You're a centaur?!" she then smiled and laughed. "Just kidding." She turns towards Valthrun. "Sure, old man. We accept the job."

"Wonderful!" Valthrun exclaims, pulling out a map, indicating where the kobold hideout is located.

Fauna nods and Camilla can notice her pupils returning to their normal expanded state, refocusing on her and Valthrun. She offers Camilla a slight smile from the joke and peers over her arm to see the map, speaking in a hushed whisper just to Camilla. "Miss Camilla? Shouldn't we have discussed this with the others? Or do you expect just us two to take out a whole Kobold hideout? Sure they're weak and dumb, but they did knock down Miss Lucina before."

Alfred spent the afternoon swapping lewd stories of adventure with Eilian, as the two drink multiple pitchers of the worst ale the tavern had to offer.  After a deep discussion of the benefits of going commando underneath ones armor, Alfred bid Eilian a ‘good day’ and stumbled over to the table where his remaining fellow adventurers were quietly finishing their meals or taking power naps.

Pulling up a stool, he hefts his large frame down onto the stool and elbows Blade. Whispering, “hey bud...how’d it go with the ladies?  I noticed they were all giving you signs!”

Camilla walked back with Fauna to the Inn.

"Oh, I don't plan on just you and me taking on a hideout full of kobolds, although I have endured much worse and greater odds." she admitted, then smiled at her. "I have a good feeling they'll accept. Call it a hunch."

Fauna nods curiously, following beside Camilla quietly in thought, her hooves clicking on the path. "Did I... Overdo it back there? I apologize for my behavior..." She nervously plays with her fingers quietly.

Alia cocks her head at the dwarf who suddenly plopped down at the table. "Hello," she says in an even, polite voice.

Stacey would slink into the inn and slide into a chair at the table with the others, trying to pretend like she’s been there all along. If anyone cared to look close enough, she’d have a sheen of sweat around her hairline.

(But how sneaky sneak was she? 26)

"Yes!" Camilla admits, casually walking back with Fauna, "But it's ok. You have lots of passion. I like that about you. I took no offense. I'm just glad I can see again. It's the little things, you know? The little things that..I forget about..sometimes." she trails off, as if recalling a tender memory, long ago. She then perks up. "Come. Let's go tell the others I suckered them into work. Ha!"

Fauna smiles and nods, looking at Camilla. "I guess I've just always had... Temperament issues? Very passionate as my dad calls me. Troubled as my teachers would call me." Fauna rubs her arm awkwardly and offers Camilla shy smile. As they enter the inn again, Fauna returns to her shy quiet self, letting Camilla do the explaining.

"Good news, everyone!" she announces to the group. "The old man fixed my glasses! And, I found us work! He said he'd pay us each a hundred gold pieces if we head north to a kobold hideout and wipe them out." She caught sight of Stacey. "Why are you..wet? Are you ok?"

Belial lightly nudges Lucina. "Doc's back. Turned out that she didn't have much to do at at the mage's tower. Apparently she got us work that'll pay."

Alfred: “Kobolds....filthy rats. I’m in!”

Power nap: 8 

“Wha...” Lucina says groggily as she’s shaken awake. She’s awakened but she keep her head in her arms. When they mention something about a job though, she sighs and sits up straight. “What was in that tea? I feel awful... and hungry.”

Stacey would blink at Camilla like she just got caught, “Training with the new daggers...” she confesses, then follows up with the most innocent smile she could muster.