Rarest flower Job +Blank

The rarest flower

It had seemed so typical, the dust swirled and the little potion bottles hadn't changed position in a millennium. A slight creak from the wooden bench Lester was leaning on ripped him apart. No, he had not been nervous. Most definitely not. The youth had arrived first, apparently the client wanted two mages to go collect a flower, it sounded important, perhaps the mystical plant was a plant of great healing. But they were to meet up here to get the map before heading out The mage himself had taken a great interest in plants and flora, perhaps it had been due to this and his magic, the unprecedented florist, that Lester had taken it upon himself to find a plant in a forest of which he knew little about. Whilst the shopkeeper had warned him of The dangers which hid in the darkening corners beneath the trees the youth was intent on finding this rare flower.
Fingers spread out over the paper they had traced through numerous routes, the ways to advance and retreat to get to the area known for the floral growth would be important to know. The depth of the forest had continuously amazed Lester, the map had seemed small until one had set eyes upon the small diagram showing the distance. He had never gone into the forest, being born far from it and the numerous warnings given to those untrained in combat. Exhaled as he turned around the male had sunk into the bench. It was worth it, for jewels and knowledge on a flower, it was worth it.

Hair tufted up once his hand had run through the tufts, His first job with another person, and his fifth job total, it could go so wrong but at the same time, the excitement of meeting another, the wonder he knew he would feel when picking their brains about their thoughts. A smile had faintly skimmed across his features, the day would go well, he couldn’t prove it but he just had that feeling. The youth had updated his clothing style it wouldn’t be appropriate to wear a lab coat and dress shirt everywhere while exploring! The hems of some loose pants were neatly tucked in, the purchase had been a hard choice for Lester, being tight with money he didn’t want to buy the pine needle green and the pants. But it had been an important purchase, clothing was important to the health of a person and to their survival, a simple shirt had been easily hidden by the light leather armour, dark pants also hid strains. A slight sigh escaped him, the grim feeling of discomfort had crept over him as the sword in his side back had grown heavier with the negative thoughts.
Thinking too hard wouldn’t change anything, burying his nose into the folds of green fabric snaking his neck and shoulders the decision had been mentally made. He would improve, and fight.

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Had be closed his eyes and fallen asleep? No, surely not for the sun had not gathered enough energy to slumber its way across the sky. Yet why had it been so hard to rise up when another drew near?  His palm had pushed him upright, a slight thump had sounded when the bag swung gently into his side as his body had straightened out. Dressed primarily in red an unknown figured approached, they seemed to have been similar in age. The other mage and teammate, the stranger had an oddly nice way of saying that word, teammate. He hadn't gotten sappy over it or anything, but the use of the word indicated a little trust and intent on a healthy partnership and relationship. The use of other mage where he could have worded it differently had caused Lester to think that the other considered them both to be on equal standing ground with one being no lower or higher than the other. 
His head had tilted to the side, weighed down by a softening smile. The day would go reasonably well, at least that had been his prediction. 
Oh, how had he forgotten. A few steps taken aback his fingers had curled around the map, to forget a map would be a horrid death indeed. To die at such a low position in life with little knowledge of the world would have been a saddening moment for Lester.

This was a nice blade? Eyes flickered downwards, the glance took him visually over the simplistic sheath which had a handle sprouting from the end. Perhaps he had gotten a partner whom held an interest in blades and the such? With a slight dip of his head he acknowledge the kind remark, perhaps Lester did not know enough about blades, but the blade opposite him seemed to be of a higher quality, and the skill needed for such a professional blade had to be astonishing! 
sparks flying now however sounded like a rather foolish idea to Lester, hair swayed a little as he shook his head. "It is nice to meet you, however I do think that we should leave any sparring till we have finished. For it would not do us to be delayed too long. A job in the daylight would be best."  Awkward perhaps, it hadn't been his intentions to sound a specific way, his voice had held steady, emotions both inner and shown on his face had been vibrant due to the appearance of another individual. Ah! How could he have forgotten, shoulders slid sideways as he offered a hand for shaking. Like a sweet spring blossom presented to the masses of bees, "My name is Lester Drynedi, You can call me anything I'm not fussy."

The nicknames he had gained over the past month alone was rather incredible, it had seemed that many adventuring types and non village folk took interest in giving others nicknames. For he himself had been given a great few from Flower Boy to Lessie. The dust had cleared from his sinuses however the scent of elderly and rot had not. The odd reminder of the shack behind him had come along again, a bird had landed on the roof of the structure. Its scraping claws had latched in like ivy and although he could not see it the sound of its scraping had been noticeable.
"Oh and the shopkeeper who requested the job is inside that shack when we're ready, although I would be warned that the room hasn't been cleaned in a millennium" 

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