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[orientthataway]

A lanky, dark-haired kid drags a big sheet of cardboard out to the Great Hall. He sets up at the end of the table with a cardboard box under his chair.

The sign in front of him reads:

The Finder is In
Job: PriceIn-school same-day finds: beer or candy

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[ugly_imp]

Tyrion was passing through the Great Hall, headed somewhere else entirely, when he noticed the kid and his sign. He paused to read it, then looked up at Orient. "That's... an interesting business venture you've got there. What kind of things can you find?"

[orientthataway]

"Anything specific and occasionally the vague tangible." He shrugs. "Lost things, stolen things, people, that kind of thing."

[ugly_imp]

That seems extremely useful. Alas, I don't have anything that's lost and I certainly don't need to find anybody just yet. But would you mind if I took your name and your house in case I should need your services in the future?

[orientthataway]

"Nope. They call me Orient. I'm in Hufflepuff." He lifted his chin so his hair fell out of his eyes. "Who're you?"

[worldly_monk]

Sanzo caught sight of the sign as he entered the Great Hall. At first he walked by, but then he stopped and seemed to come to a decision. He returned to the table.

"How does that work?" he asked, nodding to the sign. "I'm guessing the reference to paying with souls is just sarcasm, but around here you never know."

[orientthataway]

"Magic." It was only slightly sarcastic. He waggles his fingers in the air. "I can't take a soul, but I will take a personal servant or something. That always ends well."

[worldly_monk]

"Very funny." There was a very slight smile. "I'm not offering souls or servitude. Just wondering why the different prices. How do you 'find' things? Is it limited by distance?"

[orientthataway]

"No, just longer time or distance annoys me. I mean, if it's in the school, it'll take me two minutes and you're out of my hair." He gestures. "If it takes days, well, it'll take days."