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Oliver Laece
{Storm Shield Hall}

No, it's quite alright. Not like anyone was in the middle of reading that or anything...

Oliver had become aware of the little pipsqueak who'd barged in not a moment earlier, eager to snag another mission to pass the time (because apparently everything was so easy for him, go figure) that she just happened to be glancing over. 'Real nice, kid. Don't ask if I'm betting on that or anything.', clearly this little brat was being purposely obnoxious for no better reason than to feed their own gaping mouth. Like, fucking Hell, it was begging for scraps all over again. But in this case the leftovers were some dog-catcher job, a helpful reminder that rats were still wreaking havoc in some poor sod's cellar and something about delivering a non-descript package.

Talk about spoiled for choice!

Maybe she could get away with a pretend-solo bounty, but those job weren't exactly her cup of tea. Seemed more like something any ordinary non-mage-y guy could do without so much as a sweat, and Oliver wasn't feeling like being someone else's lackey today. 'Not to mention the pay.' Or lack thereof.

Right, she should probably take her pickings now. Much to her own chagrin.

A tiresome gaze took another notice of the remaining, arguably compelling, requests that still littered the board, before finally deciding she'd dig the ghost hunting job if there was anyone competent enough to tag along that'd offset the inevitable dragon brat duo she'd be stuck with. And she wasn't sure if this Okita guy (she was careful to take note of his name when Zayne shouted the hall together) was cut for that particular role in Oliver's perfectionism. Either that or she could always play the nice lady and kindly ask Roran for a “what's up” and pray he doesn't try to enforce friendship like last time. 'Eh, whatevs...'

Give or take, y'know, it wasn't like there'd be anything else to do except have another hang around at the guild. But things were dead boring in this place, and Oliver figured she'd needed the money, pre-emptive like.

And so she wandered closer to the group of mages hanging around their beloved guild master; careful not to bother too many of them lest they'd greet her a little too nicely, before gently nudging Roran on his arm and a callous look glancing up to exchange brief eye contact. “Don't happen to got anything worth my while, eh? Board's not looking too good.”