Help Wanted

[Angilena]

"The newly-christened Anderson home wishes to acquire the services of a good house-keeper. They must be willing to live within the house, be called upon at any hour and tend to a two-story residence -and- its hounds. Payment is well and weekly, accompanied by dinners nightly and a well-furnished room. Responses are to be sent to Aisling Anderson of Myrken Town."

Letters scattered across the brown parchment which stuck to the wall of the Broken Dagger.. ..and other copies were placed within the stables and the town's bank.

[Thorn]

Avarian had been absently checking over the various mercenary want ads, checking to see whether or not she could actually -find- a job for the moment. The large werewolf had finally come to the ad, and ears perked as she looked it over; but the moment her eyes saw 'housekeeper' she pictured herself in a rather unfit outfit. Snorting, she tacked the thing back to the wall, a grumble echoing on those lupine lips as she walked away, tail bristling as she finally headed out and away from the dagger. A mercenary? a -housekeeper-?!. Phaugh. Her coin pouch had not gone -that- low. Not yet.

[Suede]

Suede was in little need of a job, being that he was a rather successfuly tailor within the town. But shortly after the rather intimidating Avarian moved off... one he remembered from before when she turned into a horned woman and they chatted.. he went up to consider the paper out of sheer curiousity. Eyes fell on it with a furrowed brow and he stroked his chin thoughtfully before moving off to leave the vacinity. He didn't need a job, but he could offer them attire for these housekeepers! Yes, more money.. maybe even force one of his associates to take up the job.

[Rance]

Black-clad figure paused curiously at the bulletin -- a quirk of the brow, while the billows of smoke from his pipe encircled a lazy halo about his head.

.. Housekeeper? He could clean. He could attend to hounds. A hand patted the money-purse at his side.

A few lonely coins rattled within.

"Maybe--".. Adelaide murmured to himself -- and then glanced to the tarnished coin in his hand. This, he clenched, kissed its edge, and then tossed it into the air; to catch the light, to glisten in the smile of the candles.

It landed in a sweeping palm, and he looked over the corncob pipe down towards it. Tails.

Not what he had bet himself.

"--.. maybe not." The figure had turned, and with a sweep of black travelling garments .. was shuffling off to where liquor reeked in the air.