Persephone was a bit surprised at how quickly things seemed to get moving, so much so she was a bit baffled at first at what to do with the beginning to gather crowd. First she had a darker skinned man sit across from her and without letting her get a word in edgewise began to explain why she should hire him.<i>Anyone willing to hold a sword...</i>she thought to herself as she gave a pleasant smile to him, listening to him until he was finished. Not long after that though a man whom looked like a fellow Nord burst through the door and announced what he was interested in doing before walking over to the table.<br/><br/>Still possessing a chunk of apple in her mouth, she saw Severin walk in alongside another woman whom he seemed to be putting a considerable amount of thought in to. More so than if he were planning on killing her at any rate which was good, a bloody mess in a tavern was the last thing she needed to her name in a major city like Praven. She raised her hand to wave him over but he begun speaking with the woman he was looking to and she lowered her arm.<br/><br/>Then there was another at the bar who looked like she was a bit higher on a horse than she should be, maybe thought a bit more of herself than one really should if they were travelling alone. She couldn't place where the woman was from but given the chip on her shoulder, Persy would have guessed somewhere near the Rhodohk mountain regions. They were known for the excellent wine and snobbery in mercenary circles.<br/><br/>After a moment or two more of deliberation on those who were entering the tavern, Persy turned her attention to the man who seemed to be done with his elaborate explanation of what he owned and his skills with what he could do for her,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Indigo">Aye but I can hardly afford the best, if you're satisfied with the wage make your mark.</span>" Persy motioned to the unravelled contract whilst digging through a pouch on her side for an inkpot, which she promptly pulled the cork from and a quill which she placed on the table side by side, "<span style="color: Indigo">I'm certain your skills will be useful and an excellent addition though at this point are of little consequence. The contract is to guard a Caravan travelling to Sargoth, a two week trip as I've been told.</span>"<br/><br/>Looking up to the man that had lumbered his way over, the very same one that had announced his business upon entry at a volume that would have left those standing too close's ears ringing by what Persy reckoned, "<span style="color: Indigo">Aye that's true, I'm hiring any able bodied folk capable of learning how or holding a sword. The wage is twenty coins a week with one hundred for signing as soon as we're under way.</span>"<br/><br/>Leaning back so she could see around the large and loud man over to Severin,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Indigo">Oy, Severin! Bring that one over next to you if she's interested in a job!</span>" she called over before looking to the girl at the bar, the snobby looking one, "<span style="color: Indigo">And you look like you're interested in work, take a hop from that pedestal and sign if you're interested.</span><br/><br/>Her tone was one of humor to the last girl at the bar, still mulling over the thought of the murderess stranded in the prison.<i>I'd have to bribe the guard to let me in and then pay her bounty to get her free of the King's executioner</i>,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Indigo">And Severin, when you have a moment I'd like to pass a hair-brained idea through your head because it's tickling mine to no end.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>