Good timing, <Hurk>.
(You let out a weary grunt to say hello.)
You look like hell.
(You explain that you just returned from battle.)
Another sad soldier walking out of a fight...
I don't want to tell you what to do, and I hope you don't think I'm trying to order you around, but...
You ever think about getting out of here?
Seeing the world?
You probably know, but I spent a lot of good years
hunting down treasure.
In fact, I'd get back to it, if I wasn't stuck in this burg.
But you? You don't seem like... Well, you don't seem like
the kind of person that spends their life following orders.
I don't see you as a Merc. It just doesn't make any sense.
Am I wrong?
(Shayla smiles when you shake your head.)
I didn't think so.
Maybe I can help you out. Maybe I know a place you can
go to get away from the royals and the church...
I used to run with a good crew, the Coffer Chasers.
They're stationed in a town called Malina.
You're just the sort of battle-worn renegade that would
fit in with a bunch of low-life thrill-seekers like them.
(Shayla puts a comforting hand on your arm.)
Look, I'm not trying to tell you what to do with your life.
I just want you to know the world's got a lot more
to offer than dead bodies and broken hearts.
(A dark shadow flickers past Shayla's eyes.)
There's a ferry running to Malina at the docks.
If you're thinking about boarding it, I'll send you along
with a letter and a little job for the guild.
And take that Gnoll Leather along with you.
Might come in handy!