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[Liz has recently regained her coin purse and has decided that perhaps now is the time to make use of it]

Phone: Drone Filter

"Many of you have mentioned a listless dislike of this place... Existing in a state of readiness yet with nothing to do. The town however has returned to me one of my articles of office, and now I offer something to you all... I have tasks... Endeavors.. Quests... Whatever you call them, were it that you feel the need to expand your horizons, I have them... As well as suitable reward. Please, feel free to call and we may band together to face the darkness of inaction."

Action 1: Around town

[You may notice Elizabeth shopping today, clothes, various odds and ends and food, dear goodness is she buying a lot of food, all the money is coming from a bulging coin purse that seems to have far more nickles in it than there should be space.]

Action 2: The tavern

[Liz has asked (see bribed) a drone to drop off a box at the bar with a bright red bow to a Mr. Chulainn having inside it one pair of cowboy boots and one white cape, she then sits down in a booth near the door to watch]

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You've got an ultimate goal that can be accomplished by sending other people out on busy work.

"To combat the aura of hopelessness that permeates this place."

Through assorted and random chores?

...

Actually, at this point I'll believe almost anything.

"Sitting around, trapped, with no outlet breeds despair, does it not?"

I'd call it "boredom", myself. I'll grant you "despair" in some of the bullshit-weeks though, I guess.

"You have a stronger will then some do if that is the case."

[Somehow his voice comes off as both dry and somewhat smug.] Guess so. ...Meh, why the hell not. What do ya have, missy?

"How difficult a task do you wish? I have simple ones... And then one that would challenge some of the gods here."

I'm a cocky jerk with some weirdass powers; well, powers I returned to sender for now... but I ain't no god. That a good enough description, or should I narrow it down s'more?

"Then perhaps saving the life of a small dog would be too much... Hrm... Let me ponder this for a moment."

That's cold, sister.

[Cold and possibly accurate...]

"Do you wish to take the task to keep the man with no face's dog alive?"

Man with no face? That... That sounds like some kinda [Ulp.] ghost. He's not a ghost, right? Right?

"A dark wizard yes... A ghost... No, not that."

Oh, just a dark wizard? [Geeze Yuri, don't sound so relieved.]

...Wait. A dark wizard who doesn't need a fist to the face?

"He has no face to put a fist in.... The task is merely to keep the dog that lives at his home from death's sweet embrace for 5 days."

...And is this home absurdly hard to get to, does the dog have some kinda crazy disease, or... Something else incredibly inconvenient in relation to this task?

[Side-quests: Always having a catch. In his mind, at any rate.]

"Killing the dog appears to be part of the wizard's morning routine."

Sounds like a pretty wonderful guy. And... kinda familiar. What's this wizard's name?

"I know not... Only that he lives at 753 Partridge Drive."

So wait. No face. Kills dogs every morning. I'm guessing he's not a drone?

Not that I ain't keen on jacking a guy in the face who deserves it, but isn't turning us on each other somethin' the town does enough of...?

"I don't wish the mage to be killed... Or even hurt. I simply wish to give the soul of those horrified by the act some respite. None of my quests are quests to turn us against each other."

...Pass. I'm not too much for finesse. Sorry to disappoint, but odds are good I'd wind up beating him up and being on my merry way.

"No... I very much understand... That one... I am not certain how to have it filled... I do know it has led to the grief of several people hence my statement that it may take a god's power.. For something simpler... I am in need of 6 bags of cement and an artisan capable of mixing them.... This town has no memorial for those who pass to the next plane."

Yeah... I could mess his fa- oh wait, no face. Him up, and pull the dog away for a few days, but that'd go against the spirit of things I guess?

Not too surprising there's no graveyard, though. Who stays dead here?