"Work, work..." the owl-man muses, one feathered finger coming up to scratch at his chin. "Hmm. Well, I guess it would all depend on what kind of work it was you were looking for. For a traveling mage, though, I would suggest you go and visit the Pathfinder Society's local chapter house..."<br/><br/>From beneath the bar, the old owl pulls out a small map of the town, labeled "Cirrdain" in the top corner. With a genial smile, he spreads it out and puts a feathered finger right in the middle of the building.<br/><br/>"Now, we are here..." He says, tapping to make sure that you're certain. "And, if my memory serves... and I<em>think</em>it does... the Pathfinders reside<em>here</em>."<br/><br/>He traces his finger along the main road, then up a side street to a small box marked simply "P".<br/><br/>"You go to them, and ask to see their Taskmaster. She'll have jobs a plenty, you mark my words Master... erm..."