Location Welcome Center and Employment Office

[Mira Clearwater]

Mira cautiously pushed open the heavy door to the employment office and glanced around nervously. She didn't enjoy walking around the city with so many law enforcers roaming around, but she hadn't done anything wrong, so she knew she would be fine. One of the most important things she could do for herself now that her father was dead was find employment. A steady stream of money would keep her alive, even if she was living in a tiny room in the deepest section of the castle. She was friendly enough, and she knew she could be a waitress.

Mira found the stack of papers sitting at a table to one side of the room and quickly filled it out. She passed it to the secretary, praying she could be hired.

Name: Mira Clearwater
Race: Human
Age: 25
Relevant Skills: Cooking (SP), Sewing (SP), Weaving (SP), Gardening (RB)
Preferred Employment: Server at a Tavern
Expected Stay In Syliras: For as long as I am able.
City of Origin: Syliras

[Accolade]

Marx

Trega took the information sheet from Marx and looked it over. "A mercenary. I feel I should warn you that work may be hard to find, but you are welcome to try." If he had noting else to add, she would file away his information and wish him a good day.

[M'Wanii]

Morning, 66th of Fall, 513AV

The Employment office was fairly crowded and a lot warmer than outside. M'wanii in her robes, hood, gloves and scarf was practically roasting. The get up was to allow her easier safer passage around the city by hiding the Charoda's shocking appearance. Although in truth she still was attracting attention with her oddly concealing outfit. Ignoring the looks from the other people in the room, the amphibian took a form and filled it in quickly. Her hand writing was not as neat as she hoped but seemed readable enough. Getting up she placed, the now slightly damp form on the secretary's desk before sitting down, hoping this wouldn't take long as she splashed some water on her face and neck.

The form read as follows:

Name: M'wanii
Race: Charoda
Age: 26 years, 1 season
Relevant Skills: Herbalism, Botany, Aquiculture, Farming
Preferred Employment: Herbalist, Anything with easy access to water.
Expected Stay In Syliras: Until mid Spring 514AV

[Crystiin Aithne]

Fall 25th, 513 A.V.

Crystiin pushed open the door to the Employment Center with a sigh. If that little crimson hawk of her father's hadn't gone and got itself killed, she would still have Marvolo and wouldn't be having to work an ordinary job. Then she'd bought Flannigan in 510. Sure, it'd been a couple of years since that happened, Crys'd been living with her father until this season. And she'd saved up a little bit, enough to move out and into her own apartment in the Maiden District. But to get a 'real job'? She'd rather be in the fields in the dead of winter hawking than cooped up in some stuffy room. But her friend Shiress had been adamant about her asking for work at the Rearing Stallion. Just the thought of the excitement that had lit up Shiress's face caused Crys to chuckle.

There was a young gentleman ahead of her, and she followed his example of picking up a piece of paper from a stack. It was a form to be filled out. Drawing a writing utensil from the table, she quickly scratched in all her information.

Name: Crystiin Aithne
Race: Human
Age: 22 years
Relevant Skills: Persuasion, Seduction, Leadership, Unarmed Combat
Preferred Employment: A barmaid at the Rearing Stallion
Expected Stay In Syliras: At least two seasons

She sighed as she turned it in. It was for Flannigan really. He needed to eat. He needed his freedom. He was her best friend, she needed to make him as happy as was possible.

[Accolade]

Trega continued her busy work of the day, getting people jobs.

M'wanii

The next to come in was a rare sight to see inside the city. Trega took the form and read over it carefully. "Hello, I believe you may find work in the city, but are you sure this is the best fit for you?"

Crystiin Aithne

"Ah a barmaid. Well I hope you enjoy your time and work at the stallion. Good luck." with a smile, Trega placed the forms away and returned to her jobs.

[M'Wanii]

The Charoda regarded the secretary for a moment. She was probably referring to the lack of water on land and her people dependence on it, but M'wanii had no plans to venture back into the sea with the winter storms on their way. Besides she was fine as long as she didn't let her skin dry up, something easy enough done with a water skin or two handy. Straightening up, the amphibian spoke with a firm confidence.


“Yes, I believe it to be. May you please tell me where this work is?”

[Cylos Marn]

Just as the guards at the gate had indicated, the employment office was nearly impossible to miss, close to the gates as it was. Cy took a moment to stare at the door, gathering his conviction. He had left home, left his mother and father to their own devices so that he might find his own path... This was the beginning, this small door the only thing between his old life and the new.

A self deprecating grin crossed his face, here he was letting a door intimidate him. He shook his head to clear it and stepped forward, pushing his way through the door. Cy stopped right inside the doorway, giving himself a moment to let his eyes adjust, then moved further in... When they were properly adjusted he looked around, taking note of the bored looking clerks, the paperwork... the stuffiness.

His smile faded into a small grimace as he walked up to the counter and looked at the stacks of bureaucratic looking papers before picking one up and looking it over... A rather simple application it seemed. He sighed and picked up a nearby pen, signing in everything that needed signing before handing it to the clerk.

Name: Cylos Marn
Race: Human
Age: 22
Relevant Skills: Wilderness survival, hunting, Weapon-Spear, Acrobatics, Weapn-Bladed cloak
Preferred Employment: Hunter
Expected Stay In Syliras: At least a season... possibly more.

[Accolade]

M'wanii

"Oh, good luck to you then. You should see the place close by. It's called Stormhold Salves."

Cylos Marn

Trega took the next application and looked it over. She smiled and nodded, more hunters were showing up these days. "Alright then sir. Good luck to you, is there anything else that you needed help with?"

[Flare Baneson]

Name: Flare Baneson
Race:human
Age:21
Relevant Skills: reimancy, weapon (bastard sword)
Preferred Employment: mercenary (advanced)
Expected Stay In Syliras: indefinitely

[M'Wanii]

“Thank you. I believe I passed it on way here. Good day.” Tilting her head forward briefly as a sign of thanks, the Charoda turned from the woman. Making haste towards the door, M’wanii wondered what the owner of the Stormhold Salves would make of her appearance. Stomach squirming at the thought of being rejected, the amphibian left the overly warm office and headed down the street towards, hopefully, her new job.