I BONE OF THE SWORD
Jean takes in the information the senior adventurer gives her. It wasn't ideal admittedly she had been hoping to receive funds as soon as possible, hard pressed for resources as she was constructing was impossible. She had forgotten what it was like to be so bereft of materials. She slouched a bit in her chair and her tail grew much less animated she didn't let how dejected she was show on her face but despite her excitement about the potential of this new world she was experiencing something akin to withdrawal. Jean found it quite troublesome. Well that was an understatement to her it was more akin to hell which each passing hour she felt uncomfortable and jittery without something in her hands. Rifling through the junkyard only staved it off for so long. Jean sighed lightly then put herself back together. "Alright I can work with that. So what must I know about the job, any leads?" She interlaced her fingers under her chin while leaning in and looking at the man. "Right, I suppose I should introduce myself as well. The names Jean, Jean Heng."