Ah La'marri, home-sweet-home for Bovil. He wasn't really planning on staying for long this time though, he wanted to pick up some new arrows for his bow and maybe get started on his travels down south. He had spent some time with family and friends, but was Bovil was already on his way south. No matter where he went though, he kept seeing these little flyers that seemed to be a job of some sort. Going into the woods? Couldn't be that bad, right? Tearing the flyer off and rather carelessly stuffing it into his bag, Bovil set off for The Last Hearth.
Finally arriving after a few minutes of galloping, Bovil arrived at the bar. He carefully walked in, trying not to knock over anything with his massive lower half. Walking over to the bartender, Bovil placed the flyer on the counter and asked,"You...Ewan? That how you pronounce it?"
The main reason Bovil chose to try and take this job was simply because he was running low on coin. He had spent too much on new arrows and some food for his trip down south. Chances were, he'd probably have to use some of those newly bought arrows and eat some of that food, but he hoped the pay would be good enough to where he could afford to replace everything and still be better off than when he was about to leave. Either that, or this was all some stupid joke and Bovil had wasted daylight by coming over to this bar. If that were the case, he might just have to stay another day in La'marri. Hopefully, that wasn't what would happen.