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Virgil stepped out of the weapon shop, wiping his face clean of the sout best be could, some found his choice in job a bit odd for a dragon of a noble family, but he found it satisfying. He'd step toward the café, his usual calm yet grumpy look on his face, his nose twitching slightly as he picked up the different scents.

The café was full, his emerald colored, slightly reptilian eyes would look over the area, each table was taken. "Bloody hell," he'd say to himself, his eyes going to a familiar waitress as she motioned over at a table with only one occupant, a werewolf going by her scent.

He'd tilt his head and signed a bit before heading over to the wolf girl. "Mind if I sit here?" he'd ask in his British accent, his eyes showing a bit of friendliness even if his face remained rather neutral.

"Virgil," he'd say, introducing himself as he took his seat, he wasn't very strong for a dragon, yet he'd still chosen hard work like weapon smithing. "Uh...thank you," he'd say, giving a small smile, he'd never been good at showing emotions, they always came off as incredibly small or muted.

"Job hunting?" he'd ask, looking down at the menu though he already knew what he wanted, "this city has plenty." He'd tilt his head to one side, his intelligent eyes looking her over briefly, "new to the island? Looking for work and a place to live?" he'd ask, quickly ordering his usual once the waitress popped up, "welcome to Manta Carlos."

Having a high level intelligence he tended to notice and figure things out quickly, but it can come off as weird at times. He'd look at her blink a few times, "Apologies, old habit," he was trying to do that less often as some found it weird, "what kind of work are you looking for?"

"Werewolf, enhanced strength,"[/COLOR] he'd take a sip of his drink once it arrived, "good at hitting things." His mind sorted through the various jobs he could think of, "construction comes to mind, people always coming and going, buildings being altered and remodeled to accommodate those with non human forms."

Another sip of coffee, "shops around here are usually hiring," though super strength wasn't something that would be useful in a lot of magic shops it couldn't hurt. "Something basic that moving boxes of supplies, filling shelves."

The dragon would tilt his head, his eyes shimmering and glowing a bit as be thought, "also weapon shops, lots of people still use swords and such here." He'd gesture to black in his hair, "got this working around the forge, it's hard work, but it can be enjoyable." Talking about the weapon shop brought a small smile to his face, he loved weapons, and forging them was fascinating.