He gets the job easily, considering a levitating steel-type is at an advantage in such working conditions. He stops getting so many weird looks any time he's using gear and equipment on the job.
Steven catches a fair bit of gossip. None of it
seems relevant to
why the party have been summoned.
The miners tend to talk about how pay is low, but at least there's work they're good at and it's not insufferably urban out here like the cities back east. They talk about how the Soja' is goddamn hot, have you noticed how hot it is, it's really very hot. They talk about how Big Paul the Slaking never came back from his last day in Grand Quarry, and it's because it's a mystery dungeon now and he got
taken by the spectres there – but also about how that's
bullshit, Jake, you're always full of shit, Slaking Paul just done fucked up his shoulder and retired. Nothing spooky going on with Grand Quarry, it's just a dangerous worksite is all. Oh, and dungeons don't
take people. Don't you know Beldum Steven got spat out by a dungeon over in Sunward? No, not a dungeon in Sunward, it was a dungeon somewhere else, he got spat
out in Sunward. Yeah, the new guy. What dungeon? How the fuck should
I know what dungeon,
Geoffrey. Honestly. Quit jawing.
It all kind of blends together, but Steven might catch a useful hint or two down the line.
Laura has spent a lot of her free time
taking detailed notes on the party composition and all the info she can gather about Forlas, Frontier Town, and so on. She has some messy pencil-and-paper spreadsheets she's filling out, a stack of notebooks the size of her head, and is determined to become the group's most dependable curator of information. It's a tough task, and she wishes she'd spawned as something psychic, or otherwise better-equipped for this shit.
Realising she badly needs a job, she swings by the offices of the Frontier Gazette, looking to land a job as a PA or delivery 'mon, or something.
Instead, editor-in-chief Shiftry Nathaniel spots her detailed notes, and after a brief impromptu job interview,
hires her as the paper's newest correspondent and instructs her to write a debut column about the 'plight' – or should that be 'achievements'? – of the two-score mysterious strangers.
She's not quite sure she actually
agreed to this, but neither does she want to
decline...
Laura is now a reporter for the Frontier Gazette.