"Uh, thanks!" She chirped, dusting herself off a bit before putting her hands in her pockets and strolling away. 'What a weirdo.' Viloet thought, 'He looked a little... off, though.'<br/><br/>"Hm!" She hummed softly to herself, 'I know what it is. It's like this everywhere; you have a guy who's really wealthy and suddenly everyone has to make up some horrible rumor about why he's so evil and cruel to puppies; He's a wizard plotting the king's demise, or he has a pact to sacrifice virgins to the red dragon living in the hills- it's probably just that this Lord Von Umt is trying to demolish the local orphanage to commission another statue of himself or something. I bet the old maid quit when he caught her sneaking a peek into his private diaries.'<br/><br/>A hint of fear crept over her as she considered the probability of that being the case. Paling for a moment, she scrunched up her lips in thought, then shook her head and stuck by her initial instincts.<br/><br/>"Only for a little while." She promised, "Enough gold to get by for the next few days- no, weeks- ...better make it months."<br/><br/>She walked in silence through the town, being given some more time to contemplate in silence...<br/><br/>'Alright! So what,<em>maybe</em>he<strong>is</strong>a villain. ...You<strong>know</strong>they pay well. Five gold a day? Plus room and board. I'm sure I can convince him for a higher rate without losing the room, easy. As long as I don't poke around and I mind my own business, it'll be fine. Evil empires do this kind of thing all the time; and even if something were to happen- no hero ever went around a tyrannical baron's mansion slaughtering his maids and cooks! Yeah... Don't sweat it, Vilo, this'll turn out just fine.'<br/><br/>She looked down at her somewhat dirty armor, considering that she may scrubbing floors and making beds for awhile, "Note to self; negotiate for a uniform. ...tailored for your size."<br/><br/>After asking around, Viloet found her way to the mansion. It was of course big. Well, isn't everything, though? 'Oh gods' She thought, 'They better not expect me to use the knocker. And if somebody closes the door in my face one more time because they didn't bother to look down, I'll punch him square in his precious gems!'<br/><br/>As she rapped upon the door, her disgruntled face faded immediately in favor of one of optimistic eagerness, a willingness to please, a spirited degree of enthusiasm! Beaming up at whomever was to open the door with two wide hazel eyes, she was on her best behavior.