"A farm girl?" Vermitrax said, only his stoicism allowed the rather disgust at the idea to not be shown in his features. "My lady, in places such as these, the sort of work you'll get is not nothing that a girl from a farm can handle. Not even a sturdy farmer. Could you hold a dying man in your hands? a partner, a friend that got slain by a creature, so utterly evil, that it's mere presence corrupts the heart of man? Could you claim a life with your own hands, at someone's command, just to fill your sacks with gold? See the life extinguish in the eyes of a dying person, is not something everyone is ready to behold. If you doubt your courage, or your resolve, you should stay here no further, for only death awaits those unprepared for the unrewarding life of an adventurer." so ended the grim and gloom speech of Vermitrax. After that, he glanced at Nave with a risen eyebrow. "I meant.... ehm... Fair enough."
Vanessa leans on her hand, propped up on the table, listening to Vermitrax wax ominous. When he finishes she sits back up, reclining slightly in her chair.
"It is true that I have not had the... depth... of experiences you describe Vermitrax, but... it is unwise to judge by appearances you know."
She leans forward on the table locking eyes with Vermitrax.
"For all you know, beneath this young, freckled exterior could lurk a blood thirsty killer."
After a long, serious pause, Vanessa reclines back again laughing merrily.
"Come now good mage, certainly all is not gloom and doom in an adventurers life?"
Vanessa twirls her fingers through her light brown hair absentmindedly as she talks.