by Xarl on February 12th, 2013, 12:50 am
At the moment Xarl possessed a deep seated loathing for his mistress. Finding a job had not exactly been the first thing on his to do list today, besides he already had a job, conning idiots out of mizas. But Mistress Helena had insisted, rather loudly, that he needed a steady source of income that didn't involve one day ending up in the Tank for cheating the wrong person. So this was how he ended up here in this place, waiting in line like a good little apprentice.
However there was a problem here, not only had he never worked a day in his life, well at least an honest day, but he wasn't even sure what his skills were good for. He certainly was not going to inform this person that he was a hypnotist and the only thing he was good at was bartering and making friends quickly.
As the woman at the desk waved him over at last Xarl fixed her with his trademark charming smile, sitting down across from her. This couldn't be that hard, he told himself, if these others could do it then so could he.
"Hello, miss, I am a resident of Syliras seeking employment," Xarl chuckled slightly, "Though I suppose I would not here if I was looking for something else."
"I don't know if my particular skills are well suited for employment, I am rather good with interacting with people and am versed in the ways of trading." The tall man said, hoping this woman had some advice for him, he was not looking forward to his mistress' wrath if he returned empty handed.