Your three perspective employers seem to have had enough with waiting and gather the five newly acquainted cutters together to being talking buisness.<br/><br/>“I am known as Bald Grum,” says the big man in taverner’s robes. “This is Silent Brom and Mother Xero. We are known as the ‘Voices of Wailer’s Square’ - we’re not factols or jackals or golden lords, but we speak for the people here, and we need you. This used to be a quiet district, silent as the grave in fact! But trouble seems to have taken to walking our streets of late: Chaosmen, thugs, and worse. We would like this place to be quiet again – that’ll be your job. Now we don’t want the Harmonium or Mercykillers running things here. We want to sort out our own affairs our own way, and we’re prepared to pay for the privilege. Keep the peace for us, keep things safe and friendly. We’re not looking to see berks murdered in the street, just kicked out or made to behave-”<br/><br/>“Serve ‘em right if they did get scribed...” Mother Xero mutters darkly.<br/><br/>Grum frowns at her for a moment, then continues: “For this service we offer you room and board, and jink depending on exactly what kind trouble you have to handle. And should the worst happen, we promise to give you a good and worthy funeral. So, do we have a deal?”<br/>