Oliver Laece
{Storm Shield Hall}
{Storm Shield Hall}
Mildly disinterested at the prospect of another 'boring day at the office', Oliver stared blankly into the mess hall of the Storm Shield guild from the safe confinements of the second floor banister; musing some non-descript hunch that any of these wanna-be magic badasses had it out for the new kid in class. Unfortunately deciding to make acquaintance with this one wasn't exactly soundproof, and left little to argue if anyone would ask Oliver on a play-date. 'I guess I'll thank my lucky star that nobody hangs around here as much.' Perhaps it was her indifference to the sauntering of other, more proactive guild members that she got these awkward stares from passer-bys – Like maybe this wasn't the time to be sitting on your arse when everyone else seemingly carried a different stance as soon as the clock struck business hours.
Because, y'know, Oliver was so fucking sensitive to everyone's opinion of her being content with mingling by herself. Like Hell she'd be, but that's what she got for being the new blood in this joint; people expected you to be on your best, as if she had anything to prove to them beyond what she had done in her first two weeks as a good little drone. Bringing honey for their alleged “king” so he could pay the bills and keep feeding his subordinates.
Speaking of which...
In vain attempts not to notice her surroundings (it was hard not to), Oliver's attention fell on the brief squabble between their oh-so inspiring leader and some rambunctious pipsqueak who'd just barged into the place like he'd been owning it since day one. Then again, she knew for a fact that this one might as well be. 'Tsch, kids...' because it couldn't be said that the local halfwits weren't enchanted by his precious puppy-dog stare, and he could probably get away with murder by just smiling innocent-like. Oliver never had good relations with children. Tended to be more trouble then they were worth, and this one didn't seem to sway that opinion any more than it had. Right, she should probably leave well enough alone, didn't do to dwell on the kiddiewink who just broke the monotony (plus she figured that giving it any more stares might invoke social tendencies). And so Oliver walked alongside the far-end wall, hoping to avoid catching any attention in the process, to the job board.
Maybe there was something worthwhile to pick after all...