A note written in a flowing hand is posted outside the Crossing's East gate.

Greetings and Salutations

I am seeking to gainfully employ one of you lucky wretches for a period of no less than one year and no long than the probable occurrence of your untimely death. I am seeking a strong backed, possibly weak willed individual with no morals and a strong constitution. "Flexible" morals can be gotten around, but not questionable ones. Also to the point, must be capable of holding one's tongue.

It is preferable that one be disheveled and uncouth for this job, seeing as that will be your uniform.

The pay will be bad and one can expect the occasional blow should one be too slow in completing assigned tasks. However, excitement is a given in this field, and the lucky wretch that meets my exacting standards will have the satisfaction that they are helping build a better future.

(Clerics and paladins need not apply)

By My Grace,
Feyli Sanalor


"By Idon's hairy hangnails!"
~Tsinlee

You praise a dead puppy.