Clara
Levi Cortez
Fretasburge, Azarya

Levi woke up from a long sleep, shivering under the thin blanket that was left on his bed. The thick heavy quilt that usually stretched over his figure lay on his floor like a discarded puppy. His cat meowed at him to get food, and he poured the cat some water and some fish from the night before. He walked into his closet and got dressed for the day, and grabbed a coat lined with a thick fur on the inside. It was snowing again. 

Levi entered his shop and began opening up for the day, making sure everything was clean and set up. His wares were set up in the front, but his true business was located behind a small door slightly covered by a wall painting. Inside was his hub for lending money and the main meeting place for his other endeavors. He sat down and began going through his books before the bell hanging above the door went off, and he popped out to see who it was.
Wesley
**Fretasburge, Azarya**
**Viviane Reed**

Dressed in a simple green tunic with a brown cloak thrown hastily over her shoulders to combat the snow, Viviane Reed strode into the shop. As ever, her bow was strung over his back. At her side, a quiver of arrows hung loosely. Her boots tracked snow over the floor as she walked inside. 

Viviane gave a small nod to Levi Cortez as she drew closer. He was bent over some book. Viviane had never learned the finer points of accounting. Or anything of accounting. The frosty winds had blown her hair to an odd angle. She forced it back down with a hand as she pulled seat opposite Levie. Saying nothing she stared intensely at Levi expectantly.
Clara
Levi Cortez
Fretasburge, Azarya

Levi looked up from his book and stopped writing. He looked over and frowned, trying to remember what the woman's name was. He shrugged and stood up, replacing the book in its rightful place on the shelf. "Ah yes. Viviane, was it?" He said, before sitting back down. "You are a talented woman, I can tell. But I need to know what you are truly efficient at to fully know how to put you to good use. Everyone must pull their own weight." Levi said, sitting up in his seat. 

He pulled out a small parcel out from under his desk and unwrapped it, taking the quill pen and book out from the leather pouch. He opened to the page where Lance had signed and pointed to the area right beneath. "I need your signature." He said, writing her name in print before turning it towards her. "This is an acknowledgement of you working for me. If you sign this, there is no going back." He said, laying a small coin beside the book as well. "If you sign this take the coin. Everyone has their own, and it will be modified to fit what you do here. It is used to show your rank." Levi said, setting everything out in front of her.
Wesley
**Fretasburge, Azarya**
**Viviane Reed** 

Viviane misliked all this talk of coins, signatures, and rank. When she had worked aboard a ship, her contract had been nothing more than a handshake and promise. When she had as a sellsword her rank had been dictated by how well she could fight. With a suspicious eye, she cast a look over everything laid before her. She cast another suspicions glace at the man opposite her. Levi did not look like he was cheating her somehow, but Viviane was unlikely to know if he was. 
 "I can't write," She told Levi semi-honestly. It was true that Viviane had never learned words, but she could scribble down her own name if she needed to. 

Instead of writing, she picked up the coin. Pinching it between two fingers, she shut one eye and squinted at it. 
 "Why do I need a coin anyways? It's not like I can spend it on anything can I?"
Clara
Levi Cortez
Fretasburge, Azarya 

Levi frowned, and spun the book back towards himself. "The coin is a formality. It's like a symbol to show where you belong. Every coin is designed the same, with small differences dictating what rank you are. It is the one rule that is set in stone for us." Levi said, rolling his own coin across his fingers while he thought. 
"I can keep your coin here, if you do not wish to take it now. These coins cannot be spent, of course." He said as he wrapped up the book and quill and stowed them in their usual spot. 
"It would be beneficial to learn how to write. Many of my men can teach you, but it is not required. It will put you at a disadvantage though." Levi said.
Wesley
**Fretasburge, Azarya**
**Viviane Reed** 

"I think I'll hold onto it for now," Viviane said, tossing the coin into the air. She caught it on the back of her hand before pocking it. I've never needed to write before," Viviane said with a shrug. "So, now that we're done with papers and coins, when does my work start? What are you wanting to have me do?" It was true that Viviane was dying to start. She needed to do something just as much as she needed to eat, sleep or breathe. Anything would be better than sitting around in the stuffy old town. She craved to be in the wildernesses once again.