On the streets of Adela various people milled about, most of them bearing the dark-skinned complexions common to Adelan citizens. However one of them stood out in the crowd. With his off-white pale skin and yellow hair and a strange kind of aura surrounding him, Citrine was definitely not of Adelan blood. Heck, he wasn't even human.
Amber eyes gazed about as he strolled the cobbled walkways of the streets about him, having recently returned from the local tavern and getting a much needed drink. Citrine had definitely needed it as finding work nowadays seemed to be more difficult than usual. Two jobs had already been taken and ones in which he gladly would have jumped at the chance. One in which to serve as a personal bodyguard to some nobleman's daughter, and the other was to help find and exterminate a small nest of goblins that had settled in a cave a few miles west of here. Both jobs Citrine had sourly found out had already been fulfilled, the proper coin already having traded hands. When he inquired about it, he was told there was no more need of further help.
And so with a look of annoyance and growing desperation, he headed off to The Belching Ogre tavern to get a strong drink of spirits. Two drinks later and only feeling a little buzzed, he waited for the sensation to pass before moving onward. Now, as he passed by yet another tavern, The Full Belly Inn, he noticed something of interest. A poster tacked to the side of the building, attached to the wood with a rusty nail. It read the following.
"Looking for work?
Look no further!
Guards and laborers needed in Essyrn.
Contact Lady Cynthia Arun for more information."
An address was listed underneath that last line and Citrine committed it to memory. Looked like a promising deal to him. He had to check this out. He wondered what kind of person this Cynthia Arun was and what exactly the guard job would entail. He supposed he would find out soon enough.
But the day was waning and so he had to call it a night. Going back to his small shack in the Merchant District, he decided that he would gather whatever supplies he needed and travel to Essyrn tomorrow. Then from there, he could determine the nature of this job. Citrine hoped it would be a worthwhile endeavor, but he was running out of options so he had to take what he could get. Food had been a bit scarce for him and his grain supply was lessening with each passing day as the amount of coin he had was depleting. So whatever the job was, he would take it. The Murkling just hoped it didn't involve anything unsavory. The description didn't sound like anything of the sort, but one never knew these days.
Entering his home, Citrine closed the door and spent the rest of the evening by the fireplace as well as doing pullups on the bars in his exercise corner. Pretty soon, he retired for the night on his thin mattress topped with a wool blanket and fell asleep after about half an hour. The night was quiet with little sound to be heard from outside. Citrine dreamed of his home plane then, as he often did. Soon enough, a new day dawned and he was off.