"Hmm, a professional like you? Must be pricey." The old man took his time jotting some notes down, presumably a bill of some sort. "I certainly have some weapons for a woman your size. What's your fancy, a dagger, a sword? Perhaps a mace? Admittedly, those can be a bit messy." He tore the note from his pad, turned and handed it to Viloet.<br/><br/>There was no bill however. Instead the dried ink bearing her measurements -albeit a smidge generous in the bust- and what looked to be a very wet, very fresh and hastily scrawled 'I know you're a part of the new guild and was expecting you. I have a business proposal for you.' After Viloet had time to read the scrap, he grinned toothily, though some were missing. "It's a generous offer, I assure you."