Foxe/Juliette | 10:30 AM - Shieldwyrm Hall
Foxe considered her question carefully and then weighed whether it'd be better or not to lie. "Well... no. But a fool would go out seeking danger whether it was posted or not. I've seen squires taken to task attempting to go beyond their skill set, walking down the streets and asking people for missions. It's how some learn." And, of course, how some were horribly injured. But Foxe didn't think it wise to mention this aloud. The foolhardy were attracted to the Fighter's Guild, the promise of adventure and riches simply too tantalizing. Those that weren't weeded out by the elders of the guild, though, tended to bite off more than they could chew.
It was a harsh way of looking at things, but Foxe had seen what happened when a young guild member went too far and too fast. What may have softened others had hardened the man. His face didn't betray any emotion as thoughts of Sirina Roberts came to mind. Shaking his head lightly, as if to chase it away, he turned his face away from the young woman who had followed him. "Are you planning on taking on a challenge?"