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“Hmm a mercenary…”, she pondered for a moment, making sure to look away at the mans miss step to avoid further embarrassment for the man. Her caring natural made her want to ask if he was well, but it would simply add to the embarrassment and she didn’t want such a think, they seemed to be getting off on a good foot so far, even if he was rather ruff around the edges and a bit of a drunk from the amount he had already drunk in their small time together.

“Well the master forge on the middle level of the city is where most of our weapon craft is done, but if your not interested in such a field I would advise talking to some of the local guard for work, or perhaps speak to some of the soldiers, they might no of some opening. I wouldn’t advice is but if your looking for a good money for horrid acts, possibly visit the House of Justice and ask for employment in The Royal Inquisitors”, a shiver ran down her shine at the thought of the men at their black masks. The stories she had heard about those peoples.

“So you know any spells sir? Spell caster often gain easy work in the temples as messengers and such, I myself did some time there…but I’ve done my time….and I wish not to return there”, she became almost distant for a moment at the thought of the place. After her late husbands passing she was advised to visit the temple and gain forgiveness, a trick in truth due to her weakness of heart at the time.
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