Viloet paid attention through the whole walk, making sure to commit as much to memory as she could. Well, it would certaintly be a step closer to making this job into a legitimate one. The halfling was never good at packing. If anything, there was always a big human to carry her stuff when she travelled with parties. That was nice...<br/><br/>The halfling, scatter-brained as she was, took little notice to her companion's final thoughts as she strolled into the manor. Comfy bed. Nice clothes... In fact, she was being grossly overpayed. Still, the halfling had no complaints about her salary at least. One day down, thirteen to go.<br/><br/>Two weeks.