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Kymiel wasn’t generally one for collecting bounties, given the usually brutal nature of such contracts. But when work was so difficult to come by, the elf had to resort to the less savoury occupations. 

Hence why he stood before the Lathandrite charters board. 

Out of all the gods besides his own, Lathander’s flock were the most welcoming. Tyr’s folk had been approving but far too rigid. And the Stormlord…well…Kymiel wasn’t going back there anytime soon. Their ideals left much to be desired. 

Scribbling down details into his journal, the archer felt eyes upon his back. His quill paused, honeyed eyes lifting to the board before him. Lips tweaked a little, a gently amused smile forming. 

This was the third time, with each visit, that they hovered by the door furthest away.