Character Name: Ako Chocolat
World: Faerie
Choice: Mandragora Choker
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"Quick Venture, again? Aye aye, cap'n.. Ye chose the right woman fer the job!"

Aentwyb liked this adventurer - No details, only results.
The young Roegadyn decided to take her venture through the Mist today. She'd had "words" with a member of a newly formed Free Company that had just bought a premium plot not three moons ago. Fancy place, supposedly.
The half-conscious bugger'd prattled for upwards an hour about his and his company's exploits and riches, and of their plans!
The group was heading into some giant gods-forsaken bloody fortress they were calling Ale Handler or some tripe. They'd be away from their mansion for hours!
Aent grinned to herself. Adventurers were so easy - offer them free ale and they start singing like a Colibri, and what was it about them and always leaving their valuables just lying about in unlocked hearths!

Not even a bell had gone by before she spotted the mansion in question - it was twice as impressive seeing it firsthand, hard as it was to make out half of what the daft bastard was trying to say after that 7th pint.
"For rich folk, their garden's utter shite! Proper bare.." she mused, getting closer.
She took position, posing as one of the nearby Maelstrom watch on duty as the adventurers slowly left their mansion to huddle in their barren courtyard.

One by one, the band of adventurers whisked away to go face Malicks Slander and his evil minions or whatever bollocks they were up to.
Aentwyb swiftly made her way to the doors, slinking inside unseen by passing Maelstrom eyes.
Closing the door behind her, she gazed around, eyes widening in shock.
"Y.. Ye can't be serious!" she gasped, covering her face with her palm.
Empty.
Completely empty.
"Y..Yer kiddin' me!!"
She stormed up the stairs, anger rising with each passing second.
Every room was completely bare.
"Who in the seven hells buys a mansion without any gods-damned Furniture!?", slamming her fist into the wall. She'd only 43 minutes left, no leads, and like hell was she going to fight some beast for a trinket.
"Fine. There's two always plan B." letting out a sigh of irritation, she pulled her rope and wrench from her pack and made for the door.

"I've got the goods, cap'n!" she smiled at the Lalafell.
"A good haul, in all." Aent handed over the Stone-style Oasis Mansion Roof she had "acquired" to the small Monk.
"I still don't understand how ye can haul that around in yer pockets, cap'n." motioning to the wee warrior of light effortlessly fitting the entire thing into her pack.
"Nor can I fathom why ye keep sendin' me on these daft Quick Ventures. S'not like I'm gonna waltz into some bloody Primal at the beach and snatch away with his claw or somethin' to that effect, I'm a bloody gardener for Oschon's sake!"
Answering only with a silent nod, there was no reasoning with her.
"Aye aye, cap'n.." She sighed to herself.