Brother Elijah Darme rubbed a hand back through his blonde head of hair as he stooped down to read the words penned on the piece of parchment. His other fingers slid over the words slowly, the paper was soft with ink. His eyes scanned the writing.<br/><br/>"Attention! Adventurers Needed! To carry messages for the Army of Liberation. 20 golden lions for less than a ten-days work. Interested parties should inquire at the Army of Liberation encampment outside Hochoch. No experience necessary."<br/><br/>When he finished reading his hand went to his chin,<strong>"It seems like the weather might actually be worth getting out into,"</strong>he said after a moment.<strong>"Well, if Pelor continues to bless us with days such as these."</strong>He lifted his mace from the floor and let it pound down into his other palm, catching the weapon and smirking.<br/><br/>He turns, palm cupped under the massive weapon, and surveys the area,<strong>"Though this is hardly an endeavor one such as myself should take alone..." </strong>