NO PROMISES

     Since Barton wasn't behind the counter and Mira was nowhere to be found, I walked up to the quest board, a large, worn wooden structure full with various papers pinned on it. The board was cluttered with requests, each more desperate and chaotic than the last. Most of them were hit-and-run quests, the kind I hated and avoided. But one quest caught my eye: a thieving job titled, 'Thief Needed: Steal from my husband, please!'

I tore the paper off the board and continued my search. After a bit of sifting, I found a fairly straightforward quest: gather some special flowers that only bloomed at night outside the city walls. Easy enough.

Heading over to the bar, I placed the papers on the counter. The old woman there, with white hair and black glasses sitting loosely on her nose, glanced up at me after serving a customer.

"Two quests in one go, eh?" she remarked, examining the papers. "What's your name?"