Acanthus Hollyhock<br/><br/>(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/DancingDoggie/Female/tumblr_lrmsdgSd8b1r1g5m2o1_400-1.jpg) (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=370584)<br/><br/>Miss Hollyhock had spent quite some time musing over the letter before deciding to show.  Broke as she was at the moment, she couldn't afford to miss a day of work, but at the same time, she also couldn't really afford to pass up an opportunity like this.  But Allustan is a trustworthy sort, and Sis can hold down the fort.  Plus, this could be a chance to get away for a while, have some excitement.<br/><br/>She walks down the road alongside her old mule, the beast loaded with supplies.  She reached the meeting point, greeting all gathered, by name for her neighbors, before turning her attention to the would-be employer.<br/><br/>"Good day, Mister Allustan," she begins politely, sizing him up.  She'd never actually met him in person, and wasn't sure if he'd be like most of the town's few spell-wielders; suspicious of her unexplained rise to power, eager to persecute.  Maybe this is a suicide mission to get rid of her?  But that doesn't make sense.  "Acanthus Hollyhock reporting," she adds, her tone and bearing formal, despite being geared up for a fight.  Her face is as impassive as she can manage as she gauges the situation.