Though she knew that if she were to attract anyone at all, Gajol reminded herself that others would come... eventually. The barbarian woman did not make her advertisement particularly suspicious, but she also made the potential rewards a tad obscure, mostly using the fact that people in general were all a bunch of greedy bastards, and that if there was one universal, appreciable cause for putting one's life on the line, it was the promise of fortune. Even if the fiends themselves did not often carry such trivial things as coins on them, a massive hoard of other valuables could be found in the deep pits of a demon's villainous plots. For that, Gajol had written on the poster that there would be a good chance to amass wealth beyond one's wildest dreams, were things to go as planned, though she left out the last little detail of it only being a chance.<br/><br/>Gajol stood at the entrance to an old, condemned church in the slums of the city. Though to call the area of town she and Ayariel waited in seedy would be a gross understatement, neither of them had anything to fear. The imposing presence of a six-foot woman who was bigger and more muscular than most men, not to mention wielded a sword that was just as large as she, was an excellent motivator in keeping thugs from coming within a few streets of the place. Even in the moonlight, one could see her bright green eyes and fiery red hair, though the colors were somewhat obscured by the dimness of the light.<br/><br/>She turned to Aya, casting a glance of impatience. "The poster should have drawn someone here by now," she said, crossing her arms. "I know there are few others that are capable of handling something of this degree, but this is a city. There is bound to be at least someone who thinks themselves able." She huffed and flipped her hair from her face, looking up at the moon, slightly dimmed by the lights of the city.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>