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Message: <blockquote data-quote="renau1g" data-source="post: 4750377" data-attributes="member: 54810">Not caring much for which job he's assigned to, the diminutive halfling (even by their standards) stood around casually making conversation with the other adventurer's milling about. He didn't stay in any conversation long, just meandering this way and that, from person to person, and taking everything in stride. He wore leather armour and carried a dagger at his hip, sometimes taking it out and flipping it in the air to himself. Geffin moves with liquid grace and is quick with a joke, able to talk himself out of any situation his impetuousness gets him in. After getting himself the third drink of the morning purchased for him, Geffin decides it's best to sign up for something before they all fill up.Looking at the postings, he realizes there's only one left and quickly signs his name (more accurately his mark) and waits next to the posting for someone else to sign up. Geffin pulls out his tiny dagger and begins to clean underneath his fingernails, whilst waiting.</blockquote>