"I know there's an Orc Tribe at the foot of World's Roof Mountain. This Half-Orc gentleman must be trying to get there, I assume," Ale said, making short work of the grilled Silver Scale Salmon before her with a dinner knife.
Her movements were unhurried and quite elegant, yet the Silver Scale Salmon was vanishing with surprising speed.
"Yes."
"I want to go there too, so I'd like to hire you as guides. The locals have no interest in showing the way, and I haven't seen many other Adventurers around," Ale said. "I can't offer much in the way of payment, but I'm a Warlock who can cast Tier Two Magic. I should be able to make your journey a little easier."
'A Caster who can use Tier Two Magic?'
'That would be a huge help to the team. After all, we don't know what's really happening at the foot of World's Roof Mountain.'
Colin asked, "Not much in the way of payment... How much are we talking, exactly?"
"This."
