<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Marcus</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/IBb0gk4.jpg)<br/>https://www.dropbox.com/s/gxcsu6ywmbycyr0/Marcus.pdf?dl=0</div></div><br/>After a nice bath and breakfast, Marcus decided it was time to start the day. The paint had just dried on his new shop. He had no inventory, no help, no wholesaler, and no ad space. The dizzying array of things that needed doing was enough to rankle his fur as the ex-dungeoneer tried to work out a business plan. Thes problems needed to be tackled one at a time, and it only seemed right to start by hiring an assistant or apprentice. They might be able to help him with the remaining tasks, after all.<br/><br/>With that in mind, Marcus prepared to hit the town. His Sleeves of Many Garments shifted to dress him in the clothes of a well-to-do merchant before he headed out to the nearest job board. Somewhere near the corner, away from the higher profile requests, the cursed kitsune posted a small note:<br/><br/><strong>Marcus' new magic item shop is seeking help!<br/>Inquire within if you are:<br/>A woman between the ages of 20 and 50<br/>(or equivalent to a human for your race)<br/>Interested in employment or apprenticeship<br/>Good with people<br/>Willing to work five days a week</strong><br/><br/>The address to his business was posted at the bottom. Not wanting to miss any applicants, Marcus headed straight back and waited for his front door to open. Already, he was thinking about what kind of women might walk in, and how desperate any of them might be for a job that doesn't involve dungeon crawling or crystal bearing. They might even overlook his monstrous appearance, if not the other effects of his curse.