Tal had come to the town to seek something, anything better than the endless mining that had been her life. Down in the dark, dank and sometimes depressing tunnels. Lead the carts in empty and then lead them out full. Stubborn bulls who fought and pulled at the bit when they became weary. All to just end late in the day, for the soul purpose to rise early once more the following day. It was repetitious and tedious and Tal wanted more.<br/><br/>With BC packed and saddled, she bid farewell to her family. Mother and father received and hug (which she had to stoop in order to give them), while her brothers got punches and a quick wrestling match where she won if only because of how much longer her limbs were, which made it easier for her to get a better lock and hold. On the road, she and BC braved the climate change, the occasional thug who thought her helpless and of course the worst case of saddle ass ever.<br/><br/>Tal had been beyond relieved when she arrived at this current town. It was larger than the last, had a decent in and stable hands to tend to BC well enough. Not to mention it gave her the chance to just walk about, stand and of course smoke. Her pipe had just been freshly packed, the match only just struck when the pint size man spoke about just what she had been searching for.  As the heat began to tickle her fingers she lit her pipe and walked over to the man.<br/><br/>“So, what does this job pay?” she asked before she took a long drag from her pipe.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The halfling looked her up and down, nodding to himself with a grin. "Two-hundred gold upon your return with the payment for my cargo. That acceptable lass?"</span><br/><br/>She chewed on the end of her pipe for a moment, “Are you going to provide supplies and provisions for the trip?”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "All on the caravan. You just make sure it gets to the destination, the Shoven border." he nodded and looked around the room for more prospects. "Be at the northern gate at noon tomorrow, they'll be leaving shortly."</span><br/><br/>"Do I get to know what we are transporting?" she asked somewhat curious.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The halfling stopped his meandering, and looked right at the woman upon hearing that statement. "You are transporting raw iron and a good amount of gold. A simple trade shipment for the war effor. Is your curiosity sated?" He said, spitting the last of it out as a weak show of force.</span><br/><br/>"Well, sir, I would like to know just whether or not I should risk my life for what we are transporting is all," she smirked and smoked her pipe. "I'll be at the gate. Have a good evening now," she winked at him and walked back over to her table.