Syl Serin
The 27th of Spring 513
A cover, she needed one. A cover to look like she had a legitimate job on paper would be probably the best thing for her currently to hide the possible illicit activity she planned on causing. She might even find a way to meet the underworld of the city if she were placed in a position of such proximity as well. However, why skimp out on the cover's wage rate? Syl, knew she had skills and talents that demanded some attention. She highly doubted anyone in these parts of the continent had seen many Symenstras.
Looking around at the very asinine designed interior reflecting the authority possessed in the place, Syl placed her eyes upon the shortest of lines.
Gah! Lines! Syl hated waiting in the line of people even she would not have the slightest desire to digest out of fear of catching the skank of the mouth. A few minutes later that seemed like an eon that was going to kill her, Syl tiredly confused, walked up to the attendant. In a quaint soothing voice Syl asked, "Is there any sort of job for someone like me? I am a decent shot with a crossbow, quite nimble on my feet, and good at pulling information out of hen's teeth."